San Francisco Morning

© 1997 Bill Bailey (DHR)

street car rumbles on Market
as dawn brushing our eyes
sneaks past your blinds
and wakes us in each other’s arms

waves crash on Black Sands
as gentle mist caresses lips
hands touch nipples
fogs cresting Twin Peaks

redwoods ancient on Mt Tam
see tide surge past the Golden Gate
our eyes opening in day see
bridges to each other’s soul

then heart to heart chest to chest
tectonic plates sliding together
as on earth so in heaven
joys rumble and subside

later streetcars wend me home
passing in twilit evening
I see your window
and I smile.

Author: Huw Raphael

A Dominican Tertiary living in San Francisco, CA. He is almost 59. He feeds the homeless as a parochial almoner and is studying to be a Roman Catholic Deacon. He is learning modern Israeli Hebrew and enjoys cooking, keto, cats, long urban hikes, and SF Beer Week.

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