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Mar 31, 2023
Come, come dream with me.
Horses,
Not colts, but horses that have watched seasons pass.
No whips, all of us, all of us have had more than enough.
Sea, rain trees, sun.
In the quiet, tea, books, and the dogs sprawled at our feet.
Adoring us as only dogs do.
Stars break out, the day comes to an end.
This is the dream of home.
Dave Park 2023
