A Morning Fog
Poem By Albert Wong
This morning see the whole sky
In the morning light is fully white.
Covers the harbors where are unseen.
I see over San Francisco and Oakland.
This includes 100 miles of the areas.
This white light blocks the air-ports.
The light is too bright stimulates eyes.
No body can see clearly before sun rises...
My wife and I went down to Starbucks
When return back...
The fog begins gradually lost in the sun.
Many people are living in the fog lives.
They don’t understand their ways to run.
They seem are driving in five miles fog.
I get to see the fog as a good reminder.