FAREWELL SAN FRANCISCO

By Kenneth Moeng

San Francisco-CA

San Francisco

The solemn nature of high

opting for an onslaught of the evening madness

so is the smell of grass 

broken but somehow together

a city wild but tamed embracing cultures

fragile for the lot that face my scare

San, you lay bare at the bayfront

blued like this eye by the bridge, 

or the duck front of the beach

as the sun rises amongst your golden scene under this bridge

You remain kind to abuse

I figured, you can’t be ignored,

though tired of the walks,

the trains tempting,

the asian sense of color brewing,

on the sides of desolate struggle

You have uttered nothing more than a breeze like a bridged mind of chances 

for a city like you affords none but much to willing takers
allow me to take AEJMC