Sticks and strings and dollar bills
are floating in the bay -
Bridges stretch across to here
then back the other way,
Windows see the Sunset dance
between the sailing ships –
While rolling fog and morning dew
bring coffee to our lips,
Saturday we walk to town
A concert in the park –
Familiar tunes for lonely hearts
Dancing in the Dark,
Antique shops and post card racks
restaurants with pie –
Our little slice of Heaven
tucked here beneath the sky.
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