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Zeros
Into the streets of America
I watch myself through tiny windows
Spilling coffee
Tripping over toes
Into the streets of America
I wander in search of information
Stories of myself
Pictures of me
I go into the streets of America
With wide eyes smiling
With no thoughts
Without expectation
I think someday soon
I might be living in the streets of America
Having let go my stranglehold of fear
Of control
I look for wisdom in the streets of America
In the kind faces of ageless age
In children’s banter, at Thai-Chi in the park
From the observation deck of Coit tower
In the formation of black birds flying high above
In the scent of sea air looming
In the pale shadows of North Beach at noon
I live for the streets of America
As they live for me
And I watch myself through tiny windows
Spilling coffee
Tripping over toes
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