Sunfire in San Francisco (Michael Antman), Sonnet #565

 

The slant light at sunset

Parses brick and shadow

As if they’d never met,

As if they didn’t know

They are one and the same,

Congeries with one name.

That name is fire, and fire.

The bridge rises higher

To suspend fire and wire,

Reaching from sand to mire.

So old the paint and brick,

Cooling the shadow’s wick.

All these make sun insane,

Absent mist, fog, or rain.

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