Could I
get you off to the side for a moment
and tell you that you’re still the same
as in those photos
that I may never bring?
You see, I’ve dreamed about you recently;
you’ve been in two dreams;
every story I’ve read
I’ve cried at the ending— I distinctly remember a period of years
when try as I might the ducts were dry but now,
each story, a song, the strange unpredictable weather…
I’ve been myself only in those two dreams.
~ David Francis
New York, USA