AT THE GOLDEN GATE ~

At the Golden Gate


      At the Golden Gate

    A single plover far at sea

                             wings across the horizon

  A single rower almost out of sight

                                                 rows his skull into eternity

And I take a buddha crystal in my hand

                               And begin becoming pure light



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Lawrence Ferlinghetti
San Francisco Poems
San Francisco Poet Laureate, Series No. 1
City Lights Books
2001