SAN FRANCISCO
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We biked across the city, across the Golden Gate, up a hill, and then scrambled through the brambles down to this beach.
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MAKING
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FACES
Our affinity with trees, sun, and bicycles. RANDOM EXPLORATION!
Exploring the city by foot, we stopped to taste the wind by the Castro district.
The mission district
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Pier 39: our obese and highly contented friend.
FIRENZE, FLORENCE
DRUNKEN AFTERNOON
Spumoni castles and banana boats
Bees with honey drift lazily from rose to rose,
Tossed by the citrus wind.
In the shade- speckled with spoonfuls of caramel sun
Artichoke hearts and hearts of beast,
Men with hearts and heavy lust
For Tuscan nymphs of honey bust
A mandolin on a yellow deck
A sea of terra cotta rooftops
Stony faces grimace from their perch on heavy oaken doors
Naked cherubs and their buxom beauties dance
Stone widows, wilted and twisting in grief, streaked from yesterday’s rain
Bats, restless and seeking the shadows they lost in the dusty evening
Monks drowning in the folds of their pearly robes,
Mumbling in tongues in the heat
Cobblestones and buttercups
Drowsy parades of lizards on the brick
Hunched over a well loved violin, a man with a sun dried face
Serenades the cats drowsy with sun,
His hobbled body
Bending with the weight of his heavy melodies.
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK
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