It was almost like a cloud had dropped in and settled there
But it was only fog that had drifted in overnight from the bay.
Stealthy tendrils were starting to dissipate in the light of day.
A cat prowled quietly around its edge
Like she was traversing a narrow ledge
A garbage truck lumbered from can to can
Tended by one solitary carefree man
The scent of bacon wafted from an open window
As the first rays of sun cast a beautiful red glow
And though you could cut the fog with a knife
These were the signs the city was coming to life
And thus began a spring day
Down on San Francisco Bay
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