I admire the green
clovers and eucalyptus
from the 43.

The space between storms
gives a clear night to walk home,
lucid, from Death Guild.

Frozen fingertips,
Rainbow over Alcatraz:
Our Wave Organ stroll

A clear and crisp day,
trip to Tomales Bay to
shuck and suck oysters.

new moon. clear sky. yet
heavy eyelids impinge on
Leonid showers.

View from Crissy Field:
three tilted pillars of rain,
grey, across the bay.

sleep deprivation,
coffee in excess on a
gloomy June morning