POETRY Reading: San Francisco, by Han-jae Lee

Performed by Val Cole

POEM:

My friend, you’ll see the shore where the blue sky
pours its buckets of glaring sunlight; nearby ridges beckon
with wings of fresh green foliage.

A chilly wind often wafts in from the Pacific; this is San Francisco.

When you arrive,
you’ll find the Golden Gate Bridge, like cherry blossoms, linking north
and south.

We could lounge on Baker Beach,
and at Fisherman’s Wharf, savor the coastline. At Pier 23 Cafe, we’ll
drink and dance.

We could set our chairs facing the waves,
gazing at a myriad of stars in the brilliant night sky.

With the fatigue of life’s long journey behind us, we see a crowd,
a host of yellow daffodils,
fluttering and dancing along the beach like the women we might meet.

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