There still will not
be any swamps
in the land by the bay.
The day will dawn foggier
and progress with the taste
of brine, the spine of storms
unblocked by mountains.
Density for sage.
Propensities and sand immensity
connected by wires and water,
replacements for altitude intensity.
An attitude toward despair
that keeps on keeps on keeps in
can lay down in the waves
letting the tide take over
on the gentle side
of the Golden Gate.