I am going to reprint this poem I read in a street sheet today because I really like it. I thought it was fate that I read it because I usually never will actually take a street sheet, I always just give the guy a buck or whatever and figure he should hold on to his inventory. I have no permission to print this, so if you're out there, Eliseo De Castillo, my apologies, and accolades...This poem really reminds me of SF

A CITY MADE OF DREAMS 

I've been thinking, thinking, thinking...thinking
of slanted sidewalks and of broken sets of dreams
of little people, buses, and countless noisy trains
of rows of string bridges that cross a sullen bay
of wealthy and poverty and a multitude of dreams
of Section 8 housing and of busy crystal slums
of rainy days, cloudless skies, and light-rail trains
of cities made of buses and unassembled dreams
of priceless moments and of sultry Sunday mornings
of ethnic confusion inside those gleaming glass buildings
of blind illusions that stall a lonesome glimmer of hope
of busy cities besieged by a mise-en-scene of foggy dreams
Yes, I've been thinking, thinking, thinking...thinking

Eliseo De Castillo

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