birds fly low over the water
and sailboats dance inside the golden gate
yesterday on pelican island
I saw cormorants nest
through windows scratched and broken
and seagull chicks, just eggs last week,
who had doubled in volume in two days,
their part in alcatraz's glow-up
its contours of flowers on a foundation of white shit
but today I'm floating between blue windows
that make the uncertain rainclouds look like sky
which seems to me a less hopeful cosmetic