In San Francisco

Lazy afternoon in the city
The relish the sunshine I set out
Golden Gate, the Avenues, Haight Ashbury or Marina
I peddle on to North Beach
To Washington Square to laze
In the grass
To watch passersby of a million colors
Wearily my heart beats slow
And my mind drifts off to sleep
In the grass I am one
A flavor of the masses
As fog moves in my senses awaken
Blades of grass imprinted on my cheek
I catch my breath for motivation needed
To peddle onward toward home.