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Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Read the poem, take a deep breath, and look away. Come back, slowly re-read it aloud, and let the imagery and sensory details overwhelm you.
Want more? Check out Let’s Talk Poetry or read some of my Poetry!