4 AM in San Francisco
September 12, 2024A look, a feeling,
a fuzzy, faded thought,
sounds you’ve never heard,
unrecognizable city blocks
Images unimaginable,
energy unfamiliar,
past and future occurring all at once
Dreams and reality collide to disguise,
both the truth and the lie,
right before your eye
I am your friend, your family.
You are safe to be who you be.
As I do for you, you do for me.
The son,
the sun,
“Hi, son!”
Hyson.
Don’t get burned.