Dolores Street

Through the Victorians spinning a wool of music the gang in the breeze Boys and girls headed toward the park No longer in my view Wondering now what they doing How they divide Hold hands Lay on benches Breathe Dolores park green waving mounds where downtown looks like you could stretch and scratch it You can see the water smaller the other side connected with the bay bridge from this angle Appears as a cowboy rope Lasso Back to the park the across the street is windows Suggest Eyes which could have been looking at savannahs / stretches had it not been for transportation The city settling Up from planks and kerosense lamps Rugged Small vocabularies full of passion Found a gold sliver on the way to my fruits Raise the air fair Let the news out Rush like Hawaiian beer The big radio of the teenagers comes again looking through the curtain Look them wasted Clothes wrinkled Eyes fresh like just arrived mushrooms they move to the interior of the Mission where they hang out / generations on the streets