Author's Commentary
I spent some time as a beat poet in San Francisco
That girl!
In the San Francisco cafe...
What is it about her?
She's pretty, but
it's more than that.
It's beyond that.
It's a nameless quality.
Ah!
Those cool, brown eyes,
the shape of her face,
her sense of style;
I've seen her before!
in other bodies,
living variations of the same life;
she's the same girl.
Yep!
I recognize her now,
though this is my first time
seeing her.
She looks like a Rachael
and her hair is short this time.