my dreams once flowed
09/1998

my dreams once flowed
within a stone-filled stream.
we children played
on it's muddy banks,
stepped on its smooth, slimy stones
and searched for creatures,
fierce and frail.
then one day
the stream
no longer flowed,
the creatures
no longer swam
and we
no
longer
dreamed.

 

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