8.13.2009

the headlands




like a scarf pulled over the mouth
just letting the eyes speak
teasing with a mystery that is enticing
aching
sfo’s fog hides the lips of the bay
the bend of the smile whether coy or deep
but lets the eyes
tell what lies
along the steep climbs,
the full streets,
the busy nights
of coupled solitude


(fog over the Golden Gate)

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