More Bay Area Poems

By the Bay

They lifted her from the water
and lay her on a bed
of sweet smelling grass
by the Bay
she lay
Drowned.

Serpentine

When the bridge is gray, think of me.
If you find lights one December night,
go across to Serpentine.
On Geary, stop at the Velvet Room – for me.

Last Night
Last night my darling,
You kissed me in my sleep.
I didn’t mind.
Last night
I leafed through spectres,
History’s Shadow[s],
peered closely at
A Woman Flying a Kite,
and thought of you.