Ghirardelli
I don’t think of chocolate
I think of silver rings
And my Father
San Francisco…crisp and cool
Street vendors…a sea of silver
Rings of three
I saw you there sitting on a bench
4 years dead
Yet you were there…In spirit, looking at the Bay
I still wear those rings
I still miss you
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2 comments:
this is a touching poem.
I love SF, by the way. And Ghirardelli Square holds many powerful memories. Of going there with my family. Of eating at teh Mandarin restaurant and then having some ice cream at the Ghirardelli store next door. Last March I went back there and did just that.
I love that you knew right where I was when I felt this...small world isn't it. SF is one of my favorite places in the world.
Gustavia
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