There he was in a dream
in some restaurant —
a San Francisco dream.
He gives me a manuscript
on elegant stationery
with a letterhead of
raised black lettering
in typeface rare & delicate.
He’s terminal. We both
know it. Somehow
he says without words,
”Don’t get all worked up.
Take it as it comes.
Happens to all.” End of dream.
—— jh