Marina Green, San Francisco by Jake St. John

a pack of
bicyclists
drive through
my thoughts
taking the silence
with them
into the fog
seagulls
and bread
scatter
wind tosses
my day dreams
from my head
like a hat
out atop waves
that tumble
headfirst
against
pier walls
where I
now sit
on a bench
between
a great symbol
of travel
made from steel
and a final
destination
made from rock

Jake St. John