The distance I came
from alien San Francisco
Taking flight on the water
Steam boat nostalgia
Progress marches on
Progress marches on
The Ohlone got the shaft
Bringing commodity culture
Way out on the water
Hot at first but that fateful finger of fog
approaches with refrigerating certainty
As certain as gulls follow the fishermen
Almost under the bridge again
Down here with the pelicans
near Treasure Island, a man-made adjunct
to primordial Yerba Buena
And I'm up there with the pelicans
As wonderful as a kid
spinning on a swivel seat
with a push from a little sister
True to one's nature
for a moment for ever
Relieved of its load a large ship
sails out to sea again
Ferry traffic abounds
The Ferry Building clock chimes the half-hours
In no time it is time for me
to ride out on the boat I rode in on
The expansive Bay calls
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