Mohit SantRam
ms1065@nyu.edu
Communications Lab
09/11/03
San Francisco.
She said sure, I’d love to go.
Her warm green eyes assured me of her resolve.
Subway turnstile turning.
Subway doors closing.
Ferry gates opening and the floating began.
Smells of the park. Peanuts! Hot dogs! Beer!
Speaking of her wanderlust, gazing over right field and Miss Liberty.
I imagined her in downtown San Francisco.
