My 60's Frisco

Strawberry flower incense breeze whispers a smell of indian print curtains. North Beach musk perfumed oasis. Wind chimes tickle memory moment flying down Grant Street breeze blowing blaring Baez beat on gawking tourists whose crane necks turn to see Me hugely pregnant. Poignant ache memory through times fog seeping under sills fills a world bridging the Gate's ancient groan of Bela birth and Brownie grave. Miles of blue worlds misty soft tears meet a heart overflowing in a warm caress for yesterday.