When San Francisco and I hang out,
We know we love each other beyond the clouds,
Beyond the steepest hills, and beyond Karl the Fog,
Beyond chilly summers and heat wave smog.
Even if we won’t see each other for a while,
I know that he’ll always welcome me back into his pile
Of inspiring people, and random adventures,
And startups, and meetups, and capital ventures,
Where air smells like freedom, the ocean, and big wins,
Possible losses, human urine, and never ending dreams
October, 2017
My silver necklace with San Francisco map