[with apologies to Edna St. Vincent Millay's Recuerdo]
it was very sunny, it was very hurried
we drove back and forth across the city
and i rented a mini, and drove it down lombard street
and i tried not to think it was like us:
lush, brief, beautiful, pretty;
popular attractions among many.
it was very foggy, it was very quiet
at the pho place with delicious complexity
like a library, a chain of libraries,
a template of noodles and tea.
during the day we sent postcards to our mothers
and pointed down at greenways hiding cars.
it was very brief, it was very sudden
the snap of a sheet, a city engulfed in flames
but to know i got close makes my chest hurt less.
it came close, but it came.
it was all for you, lover. my all, and all that i had.