Thank You for Dreaming (for the incomparable mystery writer, Lynne Murray)

Frannie Z

 

Your dreams cross the Bay

over the bridge

and yield magic.

I thank you yet again

for Sir John  Falstaff,

sexy fat vampire.

 

Your San Francisco

never stops loving you

as you write her.

 

How many hills

do dreams cross?

Seven, you’d say.

Your fogs hide,

yet menace.

The past stokes the present,

and vice versa.

 

You never stop loving

San Francisco

As she writes you.

 

When I visit,

perhaps I will wear flowers.