San Francisco Farewell
In fog we breathed the exhaling breath of the earth and sea, and like plants the exhales sustained us. I left you many times before the last time, because our breathing was a joint effort; alone I was gasping too hard to walk far. But life was my ventilator. Now I inhale my own fog.
Fog touched the streetlights and made them
Glowing balloons that slowly faded and shrank
As the fog of life compressed and swallowed us
Leaving only a shrunken skin
Without a shape
So many fires to put out
So few rainbows
But the silent clouds
Don’t want to talk about it anymore.
Two 55's for the price of one. Such a deal, and only for the G-Man and friends
a celebration in 55 words
( Last stanza of poem has appeared previously as some of my twitter poetry)
Image: San Francisco Classic Street Lights And Fog, by Chaz Hawley copyright 2007