Behind the Painting
What can I tell you about San Francisco?
Purple flowers grow on cliffsides.
Where there is a pink house
there is always a blue one,
and above the streets,
a tangle of wires connects the houses.
Sometimes, walking through a park,
a coyote will cross your path,
or a hawk will glide between branches.
Where the land ends there are windmills,
saltwater pools and bathhouse ruins.
The ocean is gray until the sun bakes it Pacific blue.