Pity fell a ruby-gold
In shelves to where
The water climbed
Diluted by the silt
Back down the jetty
Where it sank.
Stilted by the ivory towers
Drifting insincerely
On the indigo,
The crimson cut an edge
In where they hanged.
Navy carried malice
In the chalky rant
The waves would crack,
And ravenous was
Candy apple sage
To catch a squall,
So bitter lit vermilion
Thick as mistrust
In the limit, at which
Indignation’s appetite
For pigment cribbed them all.

#HaightAshbury #SanFrancisco

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