golden gate bridge fog.
heavy enough to make wet
the road, hide the sea.
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daylight until nine —
we sit outside with red wine
and toast the evening
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morning rain.
metal gutter drip
taps us awake.
golden gate bridge fog.
heavy enough to make wet
the road, hide the sea.
daylight until nine —
we sit outside with red wine
and toast the evening
morning rain.
metal gutter drip
taps us awake.