In The Kitchen

So we’re remembering the years
in San Francisco, the apartment
on Gough followed by stays
at two nearby boardinghouses—
breakfast and supper and a double room
at the end of a hall overlooking
maple branches
out past the fire escape—scraggly leaves
half eaten but holding on, a streetcar
passing every fifteen minutes,
students with backpacks
walking by, old Japanese ladies
carrying bags of groceries
back to their rooms, we’re
caught up in the urban excitement

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