dream
riches I have-
broken shells and
sea washed glass
from walks along the beach.
a rabbit or coyote
seen in the woods.
hearing foghorns
and bird calls.
the smell of spring fog
and summer flowers.
the taste of
hot cocoa and
of cold beer.
the feel of
fresh sheets and
well worn-in shoes.
and
chasing foolish
dreams.
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keep gathering up your bits of dreams, Jack! The glass and poem are lovely. J
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