parquimetro
morgan dreams
Morgan dreams of sentences
cream colored words
that ride the gentle wave
of her own whispered voice
as she speaks them aloud.
Rising with the Prussian blue
of a predawn sky
she scribbles them in the dark
and smiles to no one, pleased
that once more the gift has arrived
on the fluted wings of hope.
Me, I dream of Key West
and riding my bicycle along White Street
to the Cuban bakery.
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