Hello taco trucks and Priuses,
Hello hyphy dreads and flannel shirts.
Hello berry season.
Hello farmers market.
Hello Blue Bottle, hello Strauss milk from a glass bottle.
Hello expensive cigarettes and cheap muesli.
Hello Muay Thai.
Hello jump rope, hello downward dog.
Hello pit bulls.
Hello Victorians and sky scrapers
of San Francisco in the distance.
Hello sound of trains at night.
Hello sound of kids playing
beneath my bedroom window.
Hello rock n roll shows and dance parties,
Hello art openings and literary magazines.
Hello back porch.
Hello leaves on the tree
and dead plants in the pots.
Hello Mick in pajama pants.
Hello stripped apron and wine notes.
Hello seat belts,
Hello potholes on 880, arching
up the overpass past the railroad tracks—
I’ve got tattooed on my arm.
Hello fog in the morning and fog at night,
Hello fog breaking
in the afternoon light.
And, why not: heading-home jam I can’t get out of my head…