Just steps out of spotlight
The backstage swagger
Buoyed by butterflies
Swallowed in stomach
Mind races recitations
Transformations
The inky expanse
Is not a void to be lost within
For whether entrance is shadowed or lit
Within it one can avoid being lost
I have lived a thousand lifetimes
Cut short - curtailed by dropped curtains
Each moment an intimacy shared
Soul bared drawing strangers
Together
Like curtain close
The jewel of the Bay
Is not the Golden Gate
It's a suitable fill-in
For a glittering landfill
Jutting out into the salmon-skin sparkle of the Bay's waves
A waste reclaimed
First - made home by homeless
Then - gallery of the hopeful
No pathway ever the same
Even the steps of yellow brick
Leading to Mad Mike's Castle
Lengthen to reach back to the shore
Inviting one to find more
Far from the watch of the driftwood dragon
Vermillion shards of glass hang in the trees
And mosaics are affixed to concrete detritus
The sun always seems brighter
Shining on this peninsula of free dogs
How this place was transformed
From trash to treasure
Reminds me that one cam make
Anything their own pleasure
