stanyan street
stanyan street
.
.
we walked along stanyan street
where amber-colored streetlights
looked down upon us
like hundreds of sunrises
as if in reverence and respect
.
we held white candy bags
holding secrets of smiles and memories
of how we used to eat crepes
and dance with parking meters
before feeding them a diet of quarters
.
we loved the simple things in life
and were too busy to wonder
about tomorrow
and some wednesday in july
.
was it on stanyan street, on that cloudless day
when i looked at you and kissed your smile
.
i will always wander about stanyan street
looking for you in the corner of a musty bookstore,
browsing brautigan or mc kuen
hoping to catch a glimpse
of a lady wearing your smile
and a wishful look in your still-youthful eyes.
.
@ tolbert
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