Cracked Lines

One day, years ago, walking on Fillmore across the Geary overpass, I stopped to look at the shattered view. Gray day–fog rolled in and settled for a visit. Traffic poured down towards downtown. The ocean hid behind the rise in the distance. The cracked lines danced crazy Kabuki across the pane. Cold summer wind patterns in glass.

July 13--Kabuki broken glass 127

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