Blue Angels Over Coit Tower Maneuvers performed in tight formation at 400 mph.
I burned the onions!
First I heard the sound. Then I heard a roar. The Blue Angels performed a flyover as they flew over San Francisco Bay.
I know, my feelings are contrary to a lot of other people’s feelings when it comes to the Blue Angels, but I just can’t help it.
I love the sound of a Ferrari engine revving up. I love the speed of a hydroplane.
I think the pilots are awesome when I see them flying in a Delta formation at 400 mph.
I’ll be watching the noisy jets this weekend, unless a blanket of fog rolls in, covering up the Golden Gate Bridge.
Among Marilyn Monroe
And a huge stuffed bear
They danced in the dark
Holding a scotch in their hands
Among photos of Presidents, a King
And memorabilia from God knows where
No fancy shoes
Or clothes to show
The President and his wife of 50 years
in well tuned rhythm moved as one
(He whispered softly in her ear)
They were just Kate and Bill
A white heron is my taxi,
my coat made of feathers
blends in with the ride.
Flying over the bridge
made of soft green grass
I hear a piano playing a tune.
From post office below me
posted envelopes float,
they quietly land in a bin.
The wedding took place at the Harbor Hotel,
chocolate mulch covered Union Square
while birds sang an aria from La Traviata.
Yesterday, sprinkled with fairy dust
a color xerox of Sadie and Jim appeared
in The New York Times.