San Francisco

ground breaks
like sea waves

and

I want to write ultimate beauty
from rainy window sills

I want to feel the beauty
in shattering.

but my,

my ground breaks still
like that window sill
and harshness prevails
and ails
like careless wind
on wooden shutters

but it stutters
shy

and flutters
restless

like monotonous
chaotic wind
of change.

I want you
to feel me
near

I want you
right here
like a cool and gentile breeze
between my pleads
for solidarity.

ground shakes
and quakes
and
you move me still

like the back drop
to a movie

i feel crested top
of a bested wave

somewhere in San Francisco