Wayfinding (22 Fillmore)

Wayfinding (22 Fillmore)

For the first time

I’m above ground

in San Francisco

& don’t yet know

East from West

or where to look

for street signs.

Wires strung

across the sky

sing a chorus

that snaps and

twangs to herald

the arrival of

My Bus:

an orange and white

22 Fillmore.

I pay a dollar

for a strip

of paper

that has been

torn in half.

I begin my ride–