The Zawoosh Chronicles Seven

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Acrylic On Board Painting: "Towards The Past I"
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Fiction By Paul Heidelberg/Part Seven

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...like giants plunged into the years, they touch epochs that are immensely far apart, separated by the slow accretion of many, many days -- in the dimension of Time.

From the last sentence of the last volume of
REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PAST also known as IN SEARCH OF LOST TIME by Marcel Proust.

Zawoosh

Back to San Francisco, where the San Francisco Poet picks up his pen and notebook and completes this poem:

                                    Sacramento Street

          A flowered curtain
          rests
          in front of
          the street-light.

          It's midnight's
          witness
          to taxi-sounds
          and smoldering
          cigarettes.
          In this quiet
          we all
          should be loved.
          In this quiet
          we all
          should be friends.

          You can count
          the foot-steps
          between the late-night
          pavement
          and the beginning
          of the ocean,
          between the vacant
          street-corners
          and the roughness
          of the kiss
          upon the stones,
          between the cheap talk
          of the alleys,      
          and the lovers
          beneath the sand.