A Dream I Had
If only every walk was a walk
with friends on wide, down-hill
paths on quiet property with great
shade trees and mossy stones on
which to sit, and as we walked,
if the sun would shine down, green,
filtered through the canopy, and we
were free of plans but not of purpose,
so that when we came upon a barn,
painted blue and full of room, we
would see a future there together
and fall easy into it with only
the tools we have at hand and
nothing on our backs, nothing we've
carried in from the world behind us,
nothing owed or spoken for, no
chance for storms on the horizon,
no words that take the form of cages.
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