Snow packed, dreams drifting.
I opened the package, the tape
stuck to my fingers, the debris of
plastic bubbles and cardboard within
cardboard. Unwrap, unpack,
inside, something I knew was going
to arrive.
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
Snow packed, dreams drifting.
I opened the package, the tape
stuck to my fingers, the debris of
plastic bubbles and cardboard within
cardboard. Unwrap, unpack,
inside, something I knew was going
to arrive.