„The business of living is almost entirely about capturing imaginations. Whatever little is left is about taxation“

The Changing Light



The changing light

at San Francisco

is none of your East Coast light

none of your

pearly light of Paris


The light of San Francisco

is a sea light

an island light


And the light of fog

blanketing the hills

drifting in at night

through the Golden Gate

to lie on the city at dawn


And then the halcyon late mornings

after the fog burns off

and the sun paints white houses

with the sea light of Greece

with sharp clean shadows

making the town look like

it had just been painted


But the wind comes up at four o’clock

sweeping the hills


And then the veil of light of early evening


And then another scrim

when the new night fog

floats in


And in that vale of light

the city drifts

anchorless upon the ocean


(The words were born when San Francisco’s light met Lawrence Ferlinghetti)

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