Last night I dreamed of things that are not real.
I was in Prague with my sister,
peridots could be purple as well as green,
zoo animals were kept in water like fish,
and I sat in a train while you walked past outside,
your eyes searching for my face.
My dream was accurate in this:
your eyes were piercing, serious,
and I both wanted and did not want
you to see me.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
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