it was one of those days

the weather was hot
here in San Francisco
My mom came to see me
and we went to a play
she likes when I spend time with her
and then at night
i saw a performer who I really like
Kimya Dawson
who was great
it was her by herself
on stage in a small little club
and it was hot but nobody really minded
I was inspired
I met her afterwards and she was really nice
and it made the whole day
seem like it was just one of those rare
days where everything seems to fit into place and
i felt like i was here for a reason
there is no wind and there is no fog
the stillness just seeps inside
but it is all good
i am so glad
right now that
I am here

Published in: poetry | on April 19th, 2009 |

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