stanyan street

stanyan street . . we walked along stanyan street where amber-colored streetlights looked down upon us like hundreds of sunrises as if in reverence and respect . we held white candy bags holding secrets of smiles and memories of how we used to eat crepes and dance with parking meters before feeding them a diet of quarters . we loved the simple things in life and were too busy to wonder about tomorrow and some wednesday in july . was it on stanyan street, on that cloudless day when i looked at you and kissed your smile . i will always wander about stanyan street looking for you in the corner of a musty bookstore, browsing brautigan or mc kuen hoping to catch a glimpse of a lady wearing your smile and a wishful look in your still-youthful eyes. . @ tolbert