I Love SF

Utter peacefulness in
Just walking,
Walking down streets,
All straight, parallel and perpendicular.
Neat intersections filled with
Black, grey and green fire escapes,
Red and orange brick buildings,
Pink, blue and purple houses
All in a higgily-piggily row.

Meeting Queen Anne types,
Bowing to the grace of Victorians,
Appreciating the Parisian and Italian,
Unnoticeable unless your heads
Are pointed skyward,
Ready to dream.

The ups and downs.
As in any real relationship.
Hills, some steeper than others,
Make tough work
Tightening the glutes
As only climbing hills can.

To each his or her own,
Everyone with individual characters,
Mixing and blending the colours
With a perfectionist's flair.
And I, falling in love with
Every other one
Eye candy to the dreamers
Who look up, mostly.

This being the city
With the same initials
As the Italian race car
The king of fast cars
Scuderia Ferrari
That's right,
I love SF,
Hella.