Let the light distill words in this
empty room. Only the two of us here
together as the sun fades into night, no
longer able to see each other, just
words traveling across the darkness.
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
Let the light distill words in this
empty room. Only the two of us here
together as the sun fades into night, no
longer able to see each other, just
words traveling across the darkness.