Presidio In Springtime Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

A ship sails under the bridge bound
for the far east past the island
in the bay

A few of us stand looking toward
land and the green hills
of the presidio

What awaits us in the islands
and on the beaches
we can anticipate

We talk about our chances
avoiding complete candor
about fear and death

Home before christmas
sound in body and mind
we can only hope

The spring sun shines
on the stucco barracks
of the green presidio