Because my plans for coffee didn’t pan out,
And my sketching partner was unreachable,
And it was too late to go to the zoo,
I went to Fort Funston,
Just God, my shadows and me.
There I was rewarded with a setting sun
That dissolved into liquid gold
Among thin layers of purple and aqua waves,
leaving behind a rosy halo only,
as a sign of holiness and good.
© Hector Lee, 2011
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