Because when they show that iconic San Francisco shot,
colorful Victorian houses descending like steps down a hill (Alamo Square).
I had a friend who lived there (dead now—AIDS),
breakfast room moments, view of downtown and the Bay,
scones, coffee, Vespa trips together round town.
And when a helicopter shot pans the Manhattan skyline,
I worked there,
and there.
Lived there.
Sun and wind-scrubbed walks home, from work, along the river.
And Paris, don’t get me started.
Should we count the visits in this life or
include the past ones as well?
Everything has been seen.
(An exaggeration.)
I’ll tell you one place I won’t go—Las Vegas.
(Venice, Egypt, Bellagio, New York, Paris—seen them all, sans slot machines.)
The illusion holds no allure, when you’ve experienced the real.
More importantly, I don’t gamble.
If I want something, nothing is left to chance.
Nothing to luck.
I wanted Enlightenment, and chose it!
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