The street trash can be beautiful If one decides that it is. At this hour, the sun oblique And golden, it could be The blossoms spilled from a tree After a windy April night. I heard whoever tipped the bin Over scream, then fell back To sleep. Sometimes someone’s
San Francisco
San Francisco
San Francisco
The street trash can be beautiful If one decides that it is. At this hour, the sun oblique And golden, it could be The blossoms spilled from a tree After a windy April night. I heard whoever tipped the bin Over scream, then fell back To sleep. Sometimes someone’s