Golden Gate Park

Golden Gate Park

They met in the park,
in the echo tunnel
across from the Conservatory.

She was a botany student on her way
to see the flowers.
He liked to play his guitar in the tunnel.
The reverb there was long. 
It wrapped around him like a waterfall.
She stopped to listen. 
His voice was clear as mirrored glass.

“Take this...” he handed her a little white pill.
“It’ll make the flowers glow.”
She came on in a room full of sunflowers.
The sunflowers started floating,
spinning and glowing, 
laughing, and calling out her name.

She’d been there before so she knew how to handle it.
But this was different. 
She could feel it on the tip of her tongue.
As she floated into the Panhandle,
everything was getting very curley.
She wasn’t afraid at all,
spent the rest of the day
hanging out with some folks she just met.

After that she lost interest in school.
She met an angry young man,
they ran off to Big Sur and
had a lifetime together
in less than a week.
She met another guy
who drove her to Santa Cruz.
Dropped her off on Hiway 9
where she bummed a ride to Boulder Creek. 

She drifted a while here and there,
then she settled down.
Had some kids, and a big flower garden.
Grew the best sunflowers around.  

Copyright © 2007 by David Larstein, all rights reserved.  

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