Five, people, five more poems. If we write a couplet a day we can do it. I’m an English teacher, so I’m not going to pre-cheer. We English teachers know all about Fate.
I have a strange, rather long, definitely whimsical ‘poem’. If I were to try and hang this on someone’s prompt, this is closest to Poets & Writers: Write a letter to a landscape or scene you pass through today.
Did you know that the San Francisco fog has a twitter stream: @KarlTheFog? So does Ocean Beach, the Golden Gate Bridge, and the SF Bay Tide. I have remixed [I warned you it would be a while before weaning is successful, if ever] a few of their tweets and blended them into a conversation.
When the Elements Meet & Tweet
Ocean Beach: There’s a poetic beauty to a couple
picnicking in the dunes in 20mph winds.
To the couple slow dancing in the shallows
to the sound of the breaking waves:
that’s what I’m talking about.
SF fog: April fog brings May fog. [Remember]
That time we skipped May and fast forwarded to June.
SF Bay Tide: Welcome back, @KarlTheFog!
Good to see you, buddy.
SF fog: It’s “Take Your Fog to Work Day”
so I’m hanging out with Mom. Except
she’s retired so we’re watching
reruns of “Empty Nest.”
(SF Bay Tide: I visited him at low tide. @KarlTheFog
was hanging out beyond @GGBridge, being aloof. )
SF fog: I just ate the Marina. It tastes
like golf clubs & sorority t-shirts.
Santa Cruz tastes delicious.
Ocean Beach: Look: Driftwood that looks
remarkably similar to the state of Nevada.
Still waiting for driftwood that looks like Jesus.
There are a lot of people playing football
very poorly on the beach right now.
SF Bay Tide: Tide predictions for SF:
Ebb, surge, ebb, surge. Surge if it’s time
to surge, ebb if it’s time to ebb,
and know the difference. ‘Know when
to hold them, know when to fold them…’
SF fog: I always felt different from
the other clouds I grew up with.
SF Bay Tide:I’m feeling a bit low, but
that’s all right. It’s only natural.
How did you celebrate #earthday?
I ebbed and surged as I have for millennia.
Ocean Beach: There are giant dudes with kilts
and beards throwing heavy objects around the beach.
Oh: You’ve discovered my greatest weakness:
SF fog: @you You’ve spent the day bragging
about the heat but now you’re sweating
profusely in your apartment? I’m SO sorry.
Yesterday you got sunburned.
Tonight you’re sleeping under 3 blankets.
Welcome to San Francisco.
Ocean Beach: The Marines do an amphibious
landing at the beach, and then the fog and wind
come back. Thanks, Military Industrial Complex.
SF Bay Tide: @Waves_SF: @SFBayTide
I’ll give you a shove back to the far
corners of the bay! :D” // Wheeeee!!!!
SF fog:And that concludes summer in San
Francisco. See you again in October.
You know, Nancy always knew
she wanted to be a hurricane.