the spirits slink back
into the darkness
the veil closes, a hush
time ticks on, until next time
Are you a writer? I can help you.
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
the spirits slink back
into the darkness
the veil closes, a hush
time ticks on, until next time
Are you a writer? I can help you.