Bay

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?

Bouncing around (t)here
back to the Bay with the San Francisco lights burning across,
lingering in the backdrop
while buried in the hills of Berkeley.

I pull the weight towards me.

Dead weeds, sucked dry
as we pass by without eyes.
I drink another espresso
and peddle forward.

And I lack the zest of a lemon, looking forward.

Stretching into my core,
I release.
With the songs in my head,
seeking for what's next.

Unless I have a woman pushing me.



Location: Alameda, CA, USA

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