I Dream

I dream of roads,
of miles ahead without a light;
of long grass on a broken shore –
dancing, whispering,
alive in the lim’nal light.

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Prosaic

“I’m so cold – I’m putting my hands above the stove to get them warm.”
“Mmm. Don’t burn yourself.”

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For Jonathan

He achieves an end that few attain:
a mark once made never erased.
Not words on page or transient fame;
not bridges built or prizes claimed.

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