Goodbye SF Thursday morning -Allegra
Brucker
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I leave on red vinyl. Travel across the golden gate which, is actually red.
Through desolate mountain ranges to the place where endless apple orchards no longer matter and are being ripped up for the sake of fine wine.
which burns my face to the place with rivers and trees still growing and flowing. Where children are born beautiful and tend to stay that way.
Through the rainbow tunnel I travel many car rivers flow out of this bay in place of the water which once flowed clean into it surrounded by forest filled with wild things. There are plenty of freaks here now but the trees are gone. The forest are houses the rivers are streets.
I swim upstream like a salmon to the waters where I was born following the scent engraved at birth or before in my DNA.
This time I come to spawn words, I know one day I’ll return to give birth to a child blossoming from with in me. Today I raise poems like children and send them out to meet the minds of strangers in distant cities. Now I bring them home and give birth among loved ones.
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I survived freeways and sunny days. Men looking for spare change,
the late night train to 24th and mission. Walked by blood left on streets from last nights confrontation. I walked down streets lined with rainbow flags.
Today I was birthed out of the city through rainbow tunnel into sunshine, wheels going fast on asphalt.
I am going to the place where I can sing my song loud. Music rises off my flesh out of my soul, and people they listen. Where I am going trees bend to tell me stories of salmon and stone and forest fires of deer, bear, and mountain lion running free. Where all I see is mountain ranges giving themselves to rivers and thunder clouds. Sunny days bring spring flowers up out of the soil to bloom.
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