Golden Gate

Dear Golden Gate, amigo
It’s been so long,
time moves fast, amigo
but
I still remember the smell
of the salty mist going through
your steel.
I still keep the images
of the sun brightening your
red body
and the sea lions playing under.
The ocean deep blue,
the kelp dancing on top of it,
the wind, 
that chilly wind.

Catorce vistas del puente Golden Gate tomadas por Richard Misrach desde algún lugar en Berkeley u Oakland.

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© Richard Misrach