the FEROCITY

A Poet's Diary

Feeling a little blue this morning. Maybe because I know tomorrow is my last full day in San Francisco and I’ve fallen in love with this city, its murals, its groove much more than I could have expected. On my way to write, I walked down Valencia singing stray lyrics from “Wild is the Wind” to myself. There’s always a wind here in SF. “Let the wind blow through your heart.”

11 months ago