The hummingbirds fly in from over the rooftop
across the courtyard, coming down from Nob Hill.
I’m at the cafe in Spring Meadows, waiting. Or
I am not happy at the Bavarian Brewing Company
(the sky’s a bruise, Hotel Huntington bruised it).
He sends me a shot from the movie (“just like snow”)
but isn’t giving me anywhere near the security
(“I guess I’m just...I hate it...only the office knows”).
I marched myself up the hill (“Look! The birds!”)
and into the cathedral. She nods her head and
immediately says “yes” (but she did turn red).
Wait, the birds are now snowflakes. The blue-
jacketed man on the roof is an acrobat. These
are the kinds of events that change my whole
attitude about things.
