The guy in the psychedelic shirt seems at home in this version of the Central District’s  Spring Street, where the double stairs, the empty garage and the nearby houses are “folded over, turned round.”  Like the poet’s blue guitar, “things as they are /Are changed” when art happens:  tourists will look in vain for this version in any real world.  The painter hopes that her audience will enjoy these fictional spaces, explore them with “clandestine steps upon imagined stairs.”