More from awhile ago

All the fog!
There's a city back there,
but you'd never know.

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Sub par tacos
and no Horchata!
Cold wind through the open door....
Disappointment mounts
with every bite.

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He hurries down hill,
the red glow of his cigarette
marking his speed.

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Gray green tide creeps in.
The white gull flies away--
now I am alone.

8/17/14

Grimy city, full
of human misery. Where
are the grass, trees, birds? 


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By all accounts of the well-traveled, San Francisco is a relatively clean city.  But that's not how it seemed to me this particular day.

On a Clear Night...

Famous fog absent,
surrounded by inky black,
the City glitters.