State Prison Fog Day

Photo by Ian Simmonds on Unsplash

Dense fog over the Bay:
Other cars on the bridge
Look gray, light and dark.
Can’t see, can’t see
Water below or shores or
San Quentin State Prison.
Oh, those thousands of guys
On lockdown with sandwiches:
State prison fog day.
Do they get mail that day?
Probably can’t call out.
Bet they wish they could call for pizza
Or run around the yard with a dog —
Invisible, under the fallen cloud.
San Quentin fog dreams.

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