Changing Lenses
Looking down on the bay, I always wonder at how blue it is.
The Tenderloin doesn’t change – grit, grime, and those left behind.
Joe says, “You got another mansion, Rachel” right when I’m feeling things are tight.
People weave in and out of your life, brushing up against you and jostling you around, coming back in to hold a mirror that shows where you’ve been and how far you’ve come and all the while you can sit back and say, “Things are different now” or you can change the lens and say, “Nothing’s changed.”