The sky looks sedated
Above an open-air café
On Pacific Manor Avenue
And in between coffee refills,
The smell of sea salt & brine
Is more than tranquil
As the pounding surf
Beckons me to its altar
Even though winter branches are bare,
The sunset that hovers
Orange as a campfire
Over foam-coated waves
Seduces like a lover
Bay waters shimmer
With shades of blue
From the pale moonlight
Making even the subdivisions
Along the coastline
Between Daly City
And half Moon Bay
Look beautiful
The low moan of a foghorn
Echoes through the mist
And the wind screams
That there’s nowhere left to fall
So I surrender
This carnival heart
Like a slave
Before its master
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