The Port Of San Francisco Poem by Richard Bunch

The Port Of San Francisco

Rating: 5.0


A windy, clear day
in the soul of the body’s wartime-
gray.

Blown clear of fog,
there spreads a mercy
so unreal
peace and parades
sweeten the hour
of each unbelieving year.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James B. Earley 19 August 2008

Just another day.....in paradise! Excellent composition.

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