In rumpled sleep you lie

startled by imaginary passers by.

Are you dreaming of ice cream

melting in your hands?


With a gentle smile you sleep,

keeping all the promises you’ve meant to keep;

Free from all the world’s

unrelenting demands.


Then, pushing sleep aside,

you awaken hazy eyed

and smile,

Till the shadows

from your dimples grow so long,

I can no longer see your eyes.


I peer into

the darkness where

I last saw your face,

and I smile.


Summer 1971

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