Saturday, February 15, 2020

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