We walk in sunshine
Sunny San Francisco day
We take our dear time
Hair blowing in wind
Your black and white fedora
Breaks the yellow mold
Sitting in the boat
You rest your head against mine
On top of the world
Walking a brisk pace
One for me and two for you
Darting through big crowds
You ask me questions
You observe, comment, talk
Budding young poet
A skyscraper pile
Seagulls racing the ferry
A circus of boats
