I had a dream about you
when you were four or five
and I could still sweep you up
and carry you in my arms
in this dream you were sleepy
and quiet but taking it all in
and for some reason I wanted
to get you a pen to draw with
so here we were in a cramped
and crowded tourist trap we
found walking along the shore
but not finding what I wanted
to give you just as we were leaving
you still in my arms
heading toward the ocean
a stranger said something to us
that left us both in a wonderful mood
though I can’t remember now
a single word he said
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