As we talk, and as we walk
Creating a new world
We are here co-equals
Not confused — our hands, uncurled
Now, we stay and care and hear
We each add such something
Breathe an interrupting breath?
— We’d disrupt what we bring!
This time, it’s a table, strong
With two chairs, stronger still
Centered in the sun-filled place
Our life, atop the hill
I dreamed you drove secretly
To the end of my path
Seeing me not seeing you
You hide from police and Time
Watching my world
While sketching
Architectural plans
Recipes
Places for my poetry and me
And us upstairs
Summoning myself, now
I smell your leather driving gloves
Mixed with ink and exhaust
In my head
In your stead
Brick by brick
Your building on a corner lot
I’ve begun the mortar
My dream to yours
Although alone, I’d rather not
A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere
I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed
Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won
Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me
It’s not our fault, the night
Let’s try this again
Let me hold what protects you
Let time take its time
Let’s dream far too big
I dreamed
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