in my hand 

She placed her dreams
in my hand,
small winged seeds
which I would put
in ground I held sacred,
taking them
inside each night, 
covered against the cold.

I would keep her dreams -
our inexorably connected
intimacy of thought
     and of future,
warm and touchable.

Jon Bohrn (2003)
("Pirates Parrots of 2nd Street")


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