Carl the Fog

Carl the Fog

Keyvan Tabari

Copyright Keyvan Tabari 2021. All Rights Reserved.


The fog in San Francisco is so ubiquitous,

At times, that we have given it a proper name.

Carl, it is called, is gender neutral as befits

Our “progressive” place.


It is not peaceful;

It is restless:

It rolls under the bridge of the Gate,

And comes up to swallow

Its towers of rust in color.


I like it when Carl romanticizes the night,

Not so much when its gray

 Dominates the day.


Fog is the work of the Valley heat and

Ocean mist, they say.

Nonsense, I say:

Ours comes and goes as it pleases,

Like so much in this City 

That says laissez faire.

(February 13, 2021)

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