Old Furniture, Valencia Street
low middle frequencies
of easy conversation
soft shaded light
through sidewalk windows
sweet maple umbrellas over
dozing meters and wheels

tenants of Valencia
arise and meander down your street
weaving like rattlers on your way to Dolores
I see you while a soft saxophone purrs in my ear,
rubs against my leg
making me forget all about
the sleeping desperados
who lay next to discarded dreams and other furniture
awaiting fate on the bordillo

hope is more expensive than slumber
dream of your childhood’s earliest days
before your sadness began

Written By: Steven Louis Ray

About the Author: Steven Louis Ray is a multidisciplinary artist working in traditional film and darkroom processes, in addition to writing and recording ambient & experimental music and writing poetry. He’s currently studying poetry at San Francisco’s City College. More of his photography can be viewed at stevenlouisray.com