Rod at home by Chuck Hasse
11/1/08. Copyright 2008 by Stanyan Music Group
A Thought for Today
rewards the dreamer with continued dreams.
The house on Kearny Street
where I came and went on weekends
is the same.
The hill above is summer green
the sky a foggy blue
and children still march by each day at three
foraging back from school.
The hill and Kearny Street are still the same
but I have changed.
No more the winning smile
the hasty song
the happy stare of love
the young heart leaping in the dark room.
And no more the wild young man
who talked to quickly and too loud
of love he owned and wished to give away.
Seldom the sun
catches me lying in bed late anymore.
Seldom the pigeons gargling in the grass
see my form stretched out upon the lawn.
I pace unfamiliar streets now
attempting new solutions to old problems
and the answers seldom come.
But there was a time
in the fall and winter of the year
when the sun's bright yellow mingled with the fog
and Kearny Street in San Francisco was the whole
Sometimes I'm sorry for love once known
it doesn't justify the years you spend remembering.
I was always timid about your loving me anyway
knowing the eagle doesn't hunt flies
and that worlds were larger than our love.
But I am happy still
that even for a moment
you laughed in my direction
and chased my nakedness down a lonely beach.
For maybe six months of love
is worth the lifetime you spend looking,
for breakfast one morning
and knowing you tried to love me
For love is only moments here and there
it comes and goes quietly I think.
You hear it like silver bells
tied about the throats of cats
- now sounding far away.)
I was loved on Kearny Street.
But no more the young heart leaping in the dark
- from "Stanyan Street & Other Sorrows"
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