San Francisco

I.
Last night I went searching
And found what I was looking for
Near the only dry spot in San Francisco

II.
My maps
Though they were not maps at all
Lead me through those difficult avenues that we all try our best to avoid

III.
And because maps cannot read the weather forecast
I knew to try my hardest
The way my father had taught me

IV.
And I thought of you
Briefly thought of you
And knew a poem was on its way