The Wind
by Steven Gowin
The wind comes up relentless
in the afternoon
Like it does most days in
the summer
Hot air rising in the central valley sucks
the cool Pacific air
Through the Golden Gate, and cool fog
hurtles in
Later, equilibrium... it all
dies down
Again until
midday
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Charming poem.
Nice. Just the cool breeze I needed.
I remember riding down the coast toward San Francisco and seeing the fog roll up the sides of the mountains, masking the landscape...
just so.
Lovely.