Dreams Ago
opening the window of spring is the
march wind, in all these growing changes
my mind has treasured memories of you ~
at Valley View that time bare breasted
in emerald jewel waters,
watching a flight of bats at sunset
how many dreams ago...
you on burro in cactus land
playing with children in our
lizard-slow, strung-out swim ~
one nite the crabs chasing us
from their warm bedded sand
Copyright 2005 njTare
