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Poem: The Realist and the Dreamer 

She brought their tray to table.

He smiled as she took a seat.

“Please tell me what I owe you.”

(… a moon in the afternoon,
shade at the edge of the wood,
butterflies on our blanket?)

“$4.63. Make it five.”

They both wanted a bit more.

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