January 19, 2011

Crossing A TL Common

Beauty, how I live for beauty.
It's not lost here-
On these sordid Tenderloin streets.
There are clear moments of beauty.
Amid the vague murmurs...
Tremoring between benevolence and desperation.

These short winter days-
Time lingers long after the end of the light.
The long cold dark of winter.

Short hours of light!
Long shadows…
Even at the sun’s zenith.
Golden.  Glancing.
Only the beauty saves me,
Of this winter light.