Birds fly, calls echo
In the Golden Gate Park and
I slink across trails
Stellar’s Jay lands to explore
I wonder what I’m seeking
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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
Birds fly, calls echo
In the Golden Gate Park and
I slink across trails
Stellar’s Jay lands to explore
I wonder what I’m seeking
Have a few poems you’d like help with? I’m a beta reader.