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.