Sunday, March 1, 2009

Midnight In San Francisco

I hear soft yet drippy droplets

Of rain on the roof I lay.

Another San Francisco night:

Unpredictable yet unsurprising.


Silence, except a faded speeding car

Endows me with a kind of peace

That comes and goes as it pleases.

Is the lamp shaking?


Phew. Thank God.

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