Christmas Day On Frisco Bay Poem by David Whalen

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Fog gathers round,
without a sound
Forms auras about the streetlights

It's a dreary December day
Neath the bridge across the bay
The days begin to look… more like the nights

Foghorns moan their mournful brays
That drone across the wharves and quays
Echoes off of Alcatraz…soon fading out of sight

Ferries feel their fitful ways
Through miasmic, murky haze
fade away in shadows grey…dark, dank and tight

The spires of the bridge soaring high
Seem like fairylands up in the sky
At rest atop the fog so light

Just another dreary, December day
On foggy San Francisco bay…but
To me a day that feels
…just right…
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