Four Seasons in a Day

(Scorpio, from Autumn's Windy Depths)

I was waiting in the station
It was kinda late
The sign over the BART platform said
8:58
Commuters mill like random thoughts
As each one finds its way
Four seasons in a day
Four seasons in a day

Home in my apartment
Listening to the screams
Of someone who smoked too much crack
Living out his dreams
I turned the TV up a notch
As he danced away
Four seasons in a day
Four seasons in a day

Castro Street and Market
The center of the ghetto
A chorus line of Gap-ad kids
Gesturing falsetto
The haggard child on stretcher sheets
Looked anything but gay
Four seasons in a day
Four seasons in a day

I was on a bus through Gilroy
When I considered everything
How your love turned my winter
To spring
And like this city drew me in
As I ran away
Four seasons in a day
Four seasons in a day


© Alan Reade, 2001