To my friends (two of whom are not present).
The Palace of Fine Arts
Dearest Mary, and Annie, and Heidy
This celebrates an evening so mighty
That walls come down
Throughout the town,
Known as San Francisco, that nighty.
With grace and agility pervasive
And the statues overlooking persuasive
We witnessed a scene
In a place so serene
It all seemed nearly evasive.
She lept and twisted and turned
Pretended she carried an urn
The moment was fast
And then it did pass
What was it we had all learned?
The sisterhood reigns ever strong
With secrets that will last ever long
This act may be gone
Yet memory lingers on
Of four friends, a palace, a swan.