Because I looked down

I came face-to-face with his magical green being.  For years I've waited at that green bench early Sunday morning to catch the #48 Bus for the uphill ride to Portola Drive.  Only this Sunday, did I see what has been at my feet.  This is why I love cities -- unexpected pleasures like a meal that tastes beyond expectation, like a poem that takes away and then gives back breath.  Now, what will I notice the next time I look up?  And to the artist of this magic -- thank you!