for Aidan
my son at nine years takes his easel out to the deck to paint from his dream moon above lake. in spirit, I tell him it’s about to rain. I am afraid aloud my words will run together. in the dream he saw eighteen moons. it won’t remember he’s painted one.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
for Aidan
my son at nine years takes his easel out to the deck to paint from his dream moon above lake. in spirit, I tell him it’s about to rain. I am afraid aloud my words will run together. in the dream he saw eighteen moons. it won’t remember he’s painted one.
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