A seagull in the sky flap wings up and down and then glides.
The bell chimes two.
A man sits atop a bench absent mindedly scratching his neck.
Rats run away from danger, dogs bark at it.
Cigarette butts like road markings in grooves of wooden beams
beneath my feet.
Nature has no straight lines, fact.
I’ll love you forever, fact.
Slide shoulders back and down
Old Chinese man spits on the floor.
Squeaky wheel of a pram rotates
as blue eyed innocence looks at me while mum plays with phone
Beep, beep, squeak, squeak.
My school friend’s daughter
turns fourteen sometime around now.
The kid keeps looking at me. Seagulls squawk.
What does she see?
.
US brown army bag holds belongings of a man lent against it
looking out at the bay.
Pink flower held in hand by Italian curly haired lady looking over the water
Cyclist adjusts helmet, folds newspaper, drinks water and leaves.
A friend appears in an ‘Oakey Joe says Do Some Good’ T-shirt
talking about watching surfers at Ocean Beach.
“One was so bad, so, so bad…but it doesn’t matter,” he says.
“As long as he gets out of the water smiling and having fun.
That’s all that matters.”
The spirit is love. The spirit is love.
A goose flies above the sun shimmering surface of the bay,
Water wing splash, skims and flaps across,
Moments later, a pilot orange coast guard boat races past.
I notice white graffiti on the green trash bin, as a camera clicks.
I think I just heard a pigeon sneeze
The spirit is love. The spirit is love.
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