HEY YOU!

Must you really ask 'why'?
As you lie there shivering and
Feel the wind outside --
Join the vastness of your bowels?

ZCMI 8/67

NOVEMBER 6TH 1973

The clouds outside settle like fog
and I think of San Francisco.
It smells so fresh, so warm and moist,
and I think of San Francisco,
Two hours ago the lights sparkled bright
and I think of San Fransisco.
Now it's blurred and late and I think of
the nights I spent in San Francisco.

ZCMI