San Francisco Streets

coffee house: a poem

the cups rest empty
but dreams will only wake to
her singular smile

San Francisco remains a conundrum. To some, it is a dream city, a resolution to a progressive, fantasy world which they may have idealized for many years. To others it is a modern day Sodom, as sanfranciscophobia demonstrates. It is the part of our country where iPods, the dot.com boom (and bust), google, and the United Nations were born. It is where the earth shakes with alarming regularity, a great bridge rests, and a stunning bay compliments the fog. My recent trip back to this city I lived in for four years reminded me of its fascinating mix of creativity, tolerance (for liberal-thinkers, that is), and natural and human-made beauty. Is it time to wake up already?