Sunday, December 18, 2011


If we could stop ourselves from dreaming,
we might return to our postage stamp garden in the city.
We could plant a tomato, maybe even have room for a hydrangea.

We might even take up a different dream that didn't involve gardens, or flowers, or living so far away from....everything.  

We could travel more perhaps. Or get involved in politics.  Maybe start a band.

But for reasons we don't always understand, this is our dream.  And we build it, the old man and I. 

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