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.
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
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.