1:53

I am walking home
under a clean spring sky
from a creek i have forgotten
a mere trickle except in April
i have a jar of frog eggs
and the memory of tadpoles dancing

the sun is out
i will eat a sugar sandwich
i will watch puddles turn to dry dirt
on the road

i will think for the first time
this is a dream

and if the dreamer wakes?

Oh, my heart’s child, husband, mother
lost one,
when did this happen to you? 

Kelley White

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