35 Eureka

35 Eureka

I’m sharing

the bus with a

smiley faced

helium balloon

that grins as it

bobs up and down–

up from castro

over the edge

down into noe valley

up a crest above

billy goat hill

and down

toward glen park

a buoyant

companion for a


the face swivels

casting yellowy

cartoon cheer

at every seat

on our bus

which plows ahead

grinding its chin

as it adds

another gouge

to Miguel Street.