CONJURATION, WHOOSH!

Was in San Francisco today as part of this ongoing Conjuration for what will be the most important thing I'll ever do in my life. And at one point I got into a conversation with the cab driver, and I revealed I'm a poet. See, I often like cab drivers -- they're game for conversation (I guess an occupational requirement if not hazard). For many people, to hear I'm a poet is a conversation-stopper. This cab driver excavated his memory for something regarding poetry, then mentioned that he'd appreciated the few poems he once read by a poet -- "name starts with R."

"Rumi?' I replied.

"Yeah, that's him...." he said with a grin. I naturally was pleased I guessed correctly right away. What does it mean that Rumi has penetrated households with otherwise not much interest in poetry? Oh, I think it means a lot ... but you all are smart peeps so you be the ones to tell Moi what it means.

Then, the in-progress Conjuration List Poem:

St. Helena
San Francisco
Stanford
Los Angeles
Atlanta
San Francisco
St. Helena
San Francisco
Manila
Santo Tomas
Vigan
Galimuyod
Vigan
Santo Tomas
Manila
San Francisco
St. Helena
Calistoga
St. Helena
San Francisco
St. Helena
Napa City
St. Helena
New York
San Francisco
Internet for "20 Hour Course"
St. Helena
Manila
St. Helena
Santa Rosa
St. Helena
Santa Rosa
St. Helena
San Francisco
St. Helena
San Francisco
St. Helena
San Francisco
St. Helena
San Francisco
Napa City
St. Helena
Sacramento
St. Helena
Sacramento
St. Helena
San Francisco
St. Helena

Make it so, Angels. I've done what you've demanded. It's your turn. Make it so, Angels. Make it so...!