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Monday, December 01, 2008

The Dream Child 



The Dream Child

It seems I lack it--
the ability
to stay within the tangible.
The way things look, taste,
occupy volume
in the reality of space.

Like a child
who cannot paint
inside the lines,
a fisherman
who always pulls his
baited hook in
a moment too soon.

Where was I
when the
instruction
was given out,
the way to bite the coin
to see if it is real,
or kiss the grape
and swallow down
its heady juice.

I was elsewhere,
it seems,
off among
the cloud chambers
of thought,
dreaming of glowing arbors,
fingering
imaginary coins,
listening for angels
passing overhead.

Dorothy Walters
November 20, 2008



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