Sky Line (25 Treasure Island)

Like a seabird,

almost every moment is

spent in the air.

Seldom touching bedrock

even when it does make landfall

it’s on landfill.

Circling over an island

made by the city that knew how

to build bridges as gateways,

city that knew how to lift

up ambition, golden,

from the mud,

how iron speeds to shore,

knew a brief peace

before the war.

Twenty Five to Treasure Island

flying a sky line

over San Francisco Bay.

Twenty Five to Treasure Island

Airborne echo of the clippers

Skimming San Francisco Bay.