Holding down the sinking sun,
clouds clean and clump the
crimson reds together pressing
them against the dark blue sea.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
Holding down the sinking sun,
clouds clean and clump the
crimson reds together pressing
them against the dark blue sea.