Alone with the shadows, my only friends in those days of damage — I was born into the night, one
with the shimmering street lights,
whisked along by damp fog
rising from the restless bay. The Wharf of San Francisco, alone
on deserted streets, one o’clock
the beginning of solitude, nowhere
to go, all-night to get there. Cafes closed, shops shuttered,
tourists restless in…