sometimes
when it rains
rainbows
trash floats
from upstream
belly up
like dead trout
today
I am a streetcorner
brautigan in berkley
& haight handing
out poetry
for free
tomorrow
without
a big brass band
parade
in Bolinas
I will leave
my key
on the desk
beside a wine-stained
copy of Zen Concrete
checking out
of this
beat motel
without a word
to my name
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Posted by Scot 