Vistas at the Sausalito Taxi Stand

Lines of migrating albatros skirt and stir up the surface of the bay.
The colored sails of Islander 34’s lean into the wind funneled through the Golden Gate.
I take in vistas framed through trees on the Bridgeway.
Tourists ride bikes with maps trailing tall orange flags.
But it’s the multicolored peloton that owns the road.
They wander like peregrines and take pictures like sandpipers.
Mission-style porticos, elephant fountains and rows of signs.
The sound of a far off violin playing Stardust for change.
Accents foreign collide with seagull cackle.
Buy a shirt then take off after a visit to the Pay for Parking kiosk.