 You guys are the faithful. Thank you all for your patience and attentive ears and for braving the fire alarm. Thank you again for Jack and the friends of the San Francisco Library for bringing us all together. It's a letter and it's based on found text from a letter mailed to my grandmother from someone who witnessed something at a beach after reading the article the next day, entitled Boy Drowns Off Sil Rock. The title of the poem is called A Letter Float William. To the mother and brother of the late William Thomas who lost his life yesterday, Sunday, March 1st, 1942 at Land's End. Dear William, dear William Thomas, you should not have lost your life yesterday when you slipped from the rocks at Land's End while fishing. Dear William, dear William Thomas, you put up a game fight floating to save your strength when you slipped from the rocks at Land's End, but you didn't stand a Chinaman's chance, William. You floated to save your strength as your brother implored, but the life belt and rope never reached you. You didn't stand a Chinaman's chance, William. I watched as the huge wave engulfed you. The life belt and rope never reaching you. You, never resurfacing, lost somewhere. I watched as the huge wave engulfed you. Your brother diving in after you. You, never resurfacing, lost somewhere. Somewhere in the place where two tides meet. After your brother dove in after you, the Coast Guard finally arrived to fish him out. Somewhere in the place where two tides meet, but you were already gone. It was too late. Only after the Coast Guard arrived did it occur to me, we should have done something, formed a human chain, reached out to you, but you were already gone. It was too late. We were helpless, bystanders at Dead Man's Rock. I should have done something. Instead, I write this letter to the mother and brother of the late William Thomas, signed Margie Green, 845 Sutter Street, a helpless bystander at Dead Man's Rock, Sunday, March 1st, 1942. Thank you.