A Souvenir
		
		walking across a meadow of frozen flowers and grass
		you walk toward me with a cane and shades
		but i can see you as clearly as the darkness you light

			i lie down to sleep and as i wake up
			you are in front of me in a Jesus-like posture, burning
			and i saw you in my sleep where i dreamed of
			   three thousand years of...

		you were there as a child chasing butterflies
		and ripping off their wings so they would not fly
		away from your reach...captured beauty escapes!

		and i feel fire on my body...
					i have not done this!