Sunlight streams across
Cresting hills, glittering roads
Time for first harvest
Gold candles burn, an altar
Adorned with topaz and grain
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Sunlight streams across
Cresting hills, glittering roads
Time for first harvest
Gold candles burn, an altar
Adorned with topaz and grain

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

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
Sunlight streams across
Cresting hills, glittering roads
Time for first harvest
Gold candles burn, an altar
Adorned with topaz and grain
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