Breaking into and out of
a landscape carved
from rock and snow. Crash
through the sky, pulling
me down, face on the ground.
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
Breaking into and out of
a landscape carved
from rock and snow. Crash
through the sky, pulling
me down, face on the ground.