SAN FRANCISCO POETS
Richard Hack
BOOMTOWN CREPUSCULE
It was that golden threshold of late day, when everything turned in a dazzle
-----the sparkling windows of dense homes, the tiptop Beaux Arts space of the City
Hall dome, the necklace of lights winding up Twin Peaks, Red Rock, Goldmine Hill,
and Mt. Davidson. A tint of burning light suffused the air itself, magically dusting
out to western ridges where it glowed a rosy gold. A sense of peace filled the land
-----yellow, orange, and red holding the scene for long moments, until, gathering
swiftness, the western sky turned blue again, a bright royal blue of the day between
capacious dark Parisian blue above and a band of turquoise topping the still disap-
pearing rosy ember of sunset.© Richard Hack
Richard Hack edited and published the excellent poetry journal, Oxygen. He is a brilliant writer and respected poet. Richard lives in San Francisco
