A pallet of complimentary colors
of orange and purple phase, grays at the edge of night
a fog muffled melding of light like no other
behind the Golden Gate bridge between spans held tight,
seaside we wait for this fourth of July delight.
And as the tangerine dollop of day descends
the sparklers of children, and bright bottle rockets blend
with the cascading chrysanthemum fireworks
a surreal sunset baths the bay at day ending
highlighting all San Francisco's marvelous quirks.
Date: July Fourteenth in the year Twenty Twelve