This article is part of a poetry series dedicated to every Muni route in San Francisco. You can find the poet, Mc "Mack" Allen, on twitter at @that_mc.



Sky Line (25 Treasure Island)

Like a seabird,
almost every moment is
spent in the air.

Seldom touching bedrock
even when it does make landfall
it’s on landfill.

Circling over an island
made by the city that knew how
to build bridges as gateways,

city that knew how to lift
up ambition, golden,
from the mud,

how iron speeds to shore,
knew a brief peace
before the war.

Twenty Five to Treasure Island
flying a sky line
over San Francisco Bay.

Twenty Five to Treasure Island
Airborne echo of the clippers
Skimming San Francisco Bay.


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