Murmuring breeze and November showers
threw the Westward sun into the Ocean Beach.
Neon lights coalesced into a rainbow in Castro.
Echoes of rhythmic clubs and million ambitions
crawled the tall ceilings of the downtown.
They screamed in the ears of a thousand graffiti.
Dreams were shattered on the sidewalks of Tenderloin.
Mist of the Bay conspired against
weary eyes, hungry lips, and desperate youth.
Money could not vanquish the banality of filth
and the bright light mocked incessant babel.
Undiagnosed pain lived and died,
but the city moved on as if every day.
threw the Westward sun into the Ocean Beach.
Neon lights coalesced into a rainbow in Castro.
Echoes of rhythmic clubs and million ambitions
crawled the tall ceilings of the downtown.
They screamed in the ears of a thousand graffiti.
Dreams were shattered on the sidewalks of Tenderloin.
Mist of the Bay conspired against
weary eyes, hungry lips, and desperate youth.
Money could not vanquish the banality of filth
and the bright light mocked incessant babel.
Undiagnosed pain lived and died,
but the city moved on as if every day.
Mausam, I always enjoy reading your thoughts.
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