Sunday, May 27, 2012

Trench Coat


I was happy to have
that second hand trench coat,
not lined for warmth
but flapping in the San Francisco air,
as exuberant as my long long hair.

I went to the docks
holding the coat closed around me
like a beige drenched lover,
catching the smell of fish,
and the rain was in my face.

The silver slanted buildings
reflected in the dimples of the water
as I walked with a lovely joy
born of youth and being cold
and a crazy free feeling.

Without that coat I might not have seen
the seals slapping against the pilings
as I ran down the street,
or the man in a yellow slicker who looked
with tarnished eyes
at my matted sky rinsed smile.

2 comments:

  1. Love the way you use language!

    I have always lusted after a trench coat. Unfortunately they don't suit my chubby figure at all!

    I once spent a day in San Francisco, and enjoyed the seals etc.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hi Rosemary...Thanks for reading this. I lived in San Francisco for a year back in the 60's and fell in love with it.

    ReplyDelete