Wednesday, May 11, 2016

May Day on the Bay Part 1.







Hint




A lackadaisical day in May
 stiffened by the breeze





Where do suppose I was yesterday?






And we're off
earl-lye in the morning,
well before noon





To what's-your-angle city



A brief stop to deboard the rubes
and off again



Here's where the real 
exhilaration begins



Into the exciting North bay


Venerable Marin county
Sloping up to Tamalpais


Thrill-seekers make
 for the Golden gate
The marine influence
hovers back like 
a frozen godzilla





Breezy indeed
but sun glorious sun abounds,
There's that paranoid submarine





The ultra-popular sour dough bakers
Wheat sign needs a touch of paint


They charm the kids by baking
breads shaped like alligators



Today's exemplar in life-size




 The beating bloody tawdry heart 
of mean old Frisco




The colossus of Fisherman's Wharf



San Francisco's true playground
Crime abounds around the edges



Illegal steals gun
from a Fed's parked car
shoots girl dead
Streets of San Francisco episode



You feel like the entire district
is poised to devour you



Roister boatmen
cajole passersby 
to join them on the waves
underneath the bridge




Nothing like a set of paints
to bring out pretension
is he proud or annoyed?
 Chinese are so inscrutable,




Not a lot of tourists today actually
Seems like a lot of area kids
are visiting Hyde Street Pier




Relax,
not today's paper




Many have gone hereabouts
to consult Old Davy Jones
and some do still




 

The risk and the reward
of the Sea




I got as just far 
as the Hyde Street pier myself



Conditions were such
 I sheltered on the small beach
To have my relaxation and lunch



You can see the steady breeze
The deserted main stretch of beach



In my corner patch
I'm in the warm sun 
and out of the wind
the tide respires at my feet


No matter how brisk
I still go in the water


It's
the only way to
extraordinary experience



 Slightly mesmerized
I forget myself
 merely a part of the flow



As in poem and proverb
Peace comes falling slow





The dragon of chilly fog
barely withdraw
now sends tentative tentacles 
onto the Bay




Men in florescent work vests
took a launch out to the Thayer
It's all newly rebuilt,
Celebration is planned



Someone
writes his name
in transient sand







The tide wipes it out,
impermanence









Strange rust figure in the sand



Strange theater of rust
in an old rotten piling





Strange tree
bares up in the constant wind







(to be continued)


10 May 2016

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