San Francisco, you foggy siren. I miss your baseball and your seagulls and your glittery sidewalks and your food and your water and all of it.
I left my heart in San Francisco underneath twenty-four palm trees
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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A viper can kill
And I see you reticulate through
My garden, under the leaves,
And a viper can kill
This I know for certain
Yet I lie under the foliage
And wait
With berries and honey
In my open mouth
-rjm
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