‘There he was in a dream . . .’

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 a 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

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