The Golden Gate

Kelly Shaw

Under the bridge
and above the water
is a dose of air
flowing somewhere.

The approaching fire
of the gold reflections
from the buildings
silences the kids
to take in the
scene and we stop
talking for a moment.

Is victory over
the void like riding
along this suspension
between lands where
new costumes
will be worn?

A flashback of
Joseph’s party-colored coat:
the red bridge, the blue ocean,
the green headland,
grey fog, and the city
is very white.

One reply would be
to escape youthfully
to the window, look out
and hear music within
this scene for a moment:
no ancestors and
their various recipes
for the day’s thirst.