Ah, San Francisco, you are a lovely town.
I am grateful for your fog:
Where did you go, Golden Gate?
And for your sea lions.
But maybe it’s a seal?
I embrace your hills:
Perhaps someday I’ll run a marathon here…or perhaps not.
And enjoy your piers.
More fog! And sun!
I like your breakfasts:
Dumplings and an egg steeped in black tea. Yum.
And the way you make your cookies.
Have I mentioned that I’m a terrible vegetarian?
I love your love, San Francisco:
Congratulations! Whoever you are!
And your colorful expressions.
Well, shucks. Make it a double.
I am awed by your beauty:
Time for the secrets only a Sunday morning can hold…
And endlessly amused by your quirks.
‘Tis true! I want to touch the beans!
And though I hate to leave your city self:
Sleek, glamorous, friendly, and sunny, all at once.
At least I have beauty waiting for me at home, too.
Ah, my sweet coastal sunset: for you I truly swoon.
But:
I’ll even say it in a hoop skirt…
…I’ll see you again soon, if I have anything to do with it…
The Wandering Introvert 