In late afternoon glare an aged apparition

in canvas hat, sneakers and scrubbed out jeans

sketches from a view above the Berkeley hills,

pad flipped over a rusted railing


A student in bouncing, eager steps

passes the elderly artist at her work,

glances quickly over her shoulder

to see what she sees:


amber/scarlet crowns of trees,

Victorian gables, pitched rooftops,

platinum puddle of a bay,

the shining white Stonehenge

the City of San Francisco becomes

on the serene side of  day


Glancing back

he doesn’t spot her any more:


The view’s gone in a shift of sun,

shaded in black and white