across the bridge

There's a city hidden
in a sea of fog.
She rises like a dream
and keeps my eyes open
to the joy of waking.

I am Dorothy in the Land of Oz.

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This is a response to the prompt "overheard" for ReadWritePoem. Some time last month, I overheard one of the kids at work talking to his friend about how much he loves the morning drive from his house to school because "the buildings look like a foggy Emerald City". I taught about this again last Sunday while driving across the Golden Gate Bridge, hence the inspiration for this small poem.

Note: So I guess this is also my contribution for NaPoWriMo today. I tried to write another one but I couldn't finish it. Oh dear, and its only Day 1. What have I gotten myself into? =)