The light in San Francisco is a sea light An island

The light in San Francisco
is a sea light
An island light
To lie on the city at dawn
And the light of fog
blanketing the hills
drifting in the light
And then
After the fog burns off
the sun paints white houses
with sharp clean shadows
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And then
Another scrim when the
new night fog oats in
And in that vale of light
The city drifts

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