Had a dream that
Bob De Niro
And
I
Stole a car.
We cruised the
California
Coastline.
It ended in L.A.
It ended abruptly.
And
Freud
Would have a
Field day.
I’d
Simply smile with
The sunrise.

In awe and pride, the
Eternal 'neath her “Star Wars,”
Shirt was our design.

She whimpers atop
Stairwell; I pass by, never
Even to wipe but one tear.

Her teeth rotted tea,
But root and leaf tell tall tales
Where silence now sips.