Poem 8 – San Francisco

Sorry that I’ve been inactive lately. My school just started so I’ve been busy, but I will try and post as often as I can.

This is not just one poem but a trio of haikus written in San Francisco, about San Francisco. I had the chance to visit the beautiful city this summer, which was the home of a thriving group of literary critics who each had their own unique voices, called the Beats. All three of the haikus were inspired by what I did during my stay in the city.

Enjoy, and please comment!

Quaint streets and Beat haunts

Chinatown knockoffs pasta

Green grass park at dusk

Mist enveloping

Golden Gate Bridge; cable cars

Dancing up and down the streets

Swirls of foggy air

Cindy Sherman exhibit

Graffiti rooftops



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