Short Poem No.30

In dreams he wakes to find her sleeping
and touches the scar on her hip – a bone
he once memorized for a test.

In dreams, she sits up straight and wraps the swaddling
clothes around a gray and white-spotted puppy. Says,
Go ahead. You’ve got better things to do.

Holiday pictures on the mantle in the livingroom

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