Morning in San Francisco
Jason Robinson
suddenly awake
from a fitful sleep
i could hear noise
from the green gulch
where the low humming mowers
were being readied for their trade
but in the fog
my spirit mistook the sounds
for bagpipes playing
a mournful dirge
in a funeral procession
across the hill
though i knew that no one
had died that day
my soul still ached
as if they had
