in dream-like states where
thoughts emerge from unconscious
whim, we carve stone sculptures
on opposite garden ends –
mine is a goat with webbed feet,
Carl’s is a duck with horns;
this is a meaningful coincidence
later, we play in the sand
with our wise inner figures;
he dances while I draw hearts
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
in dream-like states where
thoughts emerge from unconscious
whim, we carve stone sculptures
on opposite garden ends –
mine is a goat with webbed feet,
Carl’s is a duck with horns;
this is a meaningful coincidence
later, we play in the sand
with our wise inner figures;
he dances while I draw hearts
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