I love how fog

Will wisp its way

On the backs of rumbling ships -

Move in from the open ocean, slow,

Beneath the belly of

The Golden Gate.

I love how it will rise,

Wrap the whole bridge in

Smoke.

And linger.

People like to jog there in the

Half-day.

Raptors like to swoop down,

Cover their tails

In closing

Vapor.