Thursday, July 30, 2015

From Florence to "Frisco"



Fail-safe sun, bridges
and layers of time.
Wariness—we’re not all
Sweethearts here, either.
Rather cautious, taciturn.
“Shining our little flashlights
in your face.” Bay people,
peninsula people, half in,
as if poker were
our sport, sport.
One foot in noir
and the other
a surfer boy.
“You can’t be
from California,” she told me
a long time ago,
“you’re not blonde.”


7/30/2015
San Francisco



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