Friday, April 28, 2017

View from Sutro

"It is God’s love that speaks to me in the birds and streams but also behind the clamor of the city." Thomas Merton

Seen from golden heights
the tangled city
squares up.

Straight streets,
rigid veins
spurt quicksilver
past towers
of fog.

It throbs.

Hearts, minds,
sing passion
joy, lust,  

A dying man
clinging to desperate sheets,

An infant crying
drawing raw air,

It’s alive,
than its sum.

See how it beats
in the cool Pacific sun?

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