The white ones in Fog City:
They were my first love, I think.
It’s where things “got serious.”
Something about the contrast, maybe.
Between the white and the rust.
The clean and the corrosion.
Or maybe it’s the way white hides and obscures
at the same time it seems to reveal.
Melville might call it “the inscrutable.”
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