Down, down, into the underwater cave
Under the bay, you burrow your way
And when you open your thirsty mouth's quay
San Francisco's hills welcome your stay.
There is no rest yet for you until Milbrae
So carry your passengers with lightest sway
And deliver them safely so they may be on their way.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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