Poets in San Francisco
(A legend about Anais Nin and Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
It feels good to write poems in Sa Francisco
But it would be better if someone
wanted to read listen and talk about poems
in San Francisco.
There is a place where poets meet and love each other
Once I thought San Francisco
but when I got there their coffeehouses
turned into dress stores
I think the place where poets meet
lies in an inner space between
the ribs the lungs and the hurting loneliness.
A poet fills his bag with rose petals
and empties it on the head
of another poet.
Her hair is full of petals
There love poems rhymed and metered bloom
and in that movement of raining flowers
is the place I want to be.
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