Today I’ll ride my bike
It’s a date w/ the ocean
The Rastafarian sells his incense
The gangsters, Latino boys
crack jokes & look at girls
The psychic wants to read my palm
The drunken bearded man strums his guitar
The juggler w/knives gets my vote
The man w/ the blue bird on his shoulder eats
a lunch he put together from trash cans
The Hindu man with the turban and thick beard
waves chimes in the air
The homeless set up shop in the knoll
The wind blows my hair on my face
& as the sun sets, the day closes
I rest alone taking everything in,
wishing I was part of the scenery