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Dreams of nothing made real

Here between clouds and timezones I’m listening to hella woman engaged In life and realness The couple next to me deeply in love And I am present with sorrow Clutching at my throat Sobs caught in my chest Rereading the words As I again slice through The emotional contrails I leave in the sky I had thought that I lost my muse He is gone from me But his shadow urges me still To pen this turbulence The green sparkle of his eyes The soft scruffiness of his beard The way he flowed through life And tears prick my eyes Their thorny appearance An admittance of the fact I still long for him To hear him speak of math, or art To hear him flow To hear his voice like a summer field Sunshine and mountains, and snow I still dream of the 5th year After we’d parted We spoke in husky voices What would happen if I arrive On his doorstep broken Lost Alone Have we now created this? This future only whispered Over whisky Clutching hands and through tears How I made him loose a tooth How he replaced it with gold Just to piss me off How his mother still worries at him How long he stuck with me Through doctors to just find out what is wrong How we turned into “that couple” In Jackson; infamy follows us The dream of our daughter Mary Elizabeta Fierce and thoughtful like her mom Sharp and brilliant like her dad FieryAuburn and burning Too brightly for most Suspended from standford 3 times for brawling with faculty How she fights with Lily Swords at the ready she throws herself at my elder daughter But can’t land the strike The Klack of Shinai The sound of Lily barking “AGAIN” Mary’s angry frustration comes through in her Kiai How my son saved his life Jury rigged an oxygen mask To counter the stroke Keep his brain alive Together we grow old looking over the Tetons Through tears and grasping for each other Together we invented the best life I’ll never have And I dream of it always
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