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Meet Me in the Dream of You 

blue afternoons filled with
slow guitar tunes that float above
fields smeared with wildflowers

we can walk to a pond
crowded with life

Joe Pye weed raising purple turrets
high above the lilies,
squadrons of slender dragonflies
patrolling the space where
water becomes air and
nymphs emerge to dry
their wet wings
on rocks

let us forget the danger
all around us and in us
for one blue afternoon

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