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Who Were You, Little Girl?

I dream…

Day dream…
Night dream…
Twilight dream…

Twilight dreams are the worst

Day dreams, I know dream from reality;
Night dreams, the dream is the reality;
Twilight dreams… real and unreal
bend and twist and mix
like smoke
streaming into air

Light smoke
Dark air
Mix and swirl
What is smoke and what is air?
Does it matter, if I inhale it?

Our daughter, smiling,
standing at the foot of our bed,
watching us in the pre-dawn light

We’ve always had a bed

We’ve never had a daughter

She looked happy

I hope she’s happy still, where she is,
gone to the place
where smoke goes
when it isn’t there anymore