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Dogs are mowing yards with their motorized teeth.
Spitting out yesterday’s blades. While
dancing girls sport yellow scarves,
floating in and out of the murky debris.
Coughing and smiling, sputtering
a joining, an invitation.

While I appreciate the offer
I smile and nod a no-thank-you-please.
Slowly, my feet rise from the earth. Unburdened,
I ascend to the trees. Skyward the branches;
leaves and bees, all pass from front
to back. Right through her, she and me.

Sensing others, my eyes adjust to see;
A celebrated ballerina, her pointed toes sail
passed me. A man with an alabaster face
is gesturing fervently. A cherub meets us at the
Crown, with greetings of peace for all who leave ground.

I’m not sure what this is, I don’t
mind. I’m free and real in this new
body...same spirit. I am extremely
strange to most it seems.
Though, the uncomprehending
aren’t part of this most recent scheme.

The dreaming the dream...

©2002/2004 Janet Caldwell