RISING IN SAN FRANCISCO


A time of bitter herbs
in the city of lights
driving through suburbs
in mendacity of blight

A hailstorm passes over
outlasting my hotel shadow
the sunshine warms
my uncoupled fright

An accident to my right
from a sideways swipe
and seeing a mocking bird
takes to a black sky in flight

One daily drop of music
on the classic musical dial
and my lyrical mind plays
no limit on a critical smile,

For my direction is a loss
waiting in a half hour
to find the exit connection
in a laughter of a shower.