Friday, August 24, 2012

Telegraph Hill

A banana tree, odd to see
in this clammy town.

It overhangs the rickety
Filbert steps:

wet wood rambling down
towards Julius Castle --

closed for now -- recently
bought, I think

by some old coot; he must have wooed
his prom date there.

Her shoulders glowed white
in a mink stole.

A drink and a dance.  The lily corsage
wilted decades ago.

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