morning frost.
first of the season,
blue under the moon.
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dozens of harleys
roar toward point reyes. there goes
the quiet morning.
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north beach.
every poet and his ghost
tries to bum a smoke.
morning frost.
first of the season,
blue under the moon.
dozens of harleys
roar toward point reyes. there goes
the quiet morning.
north beach.
every poet and his ghost
tries to bum a smoke.
