I saw her father in a changing dream
and we were with the turtles. She had slept
in my car while I brushed out all the sleep
from my eyes. She looked just like a dream
I had where all was light, this quiet dream
that played about my mind while I had slept
beside her. Now the wobbly calf's asleep
beside his mother, probably in a dream
with light upon the water. There's a brief
reflection of the Moon above the world
moving on the bayou, the soft wake
she made moving the water was a brief
confusing dream. I move about this world
and wonder if I am even awake.
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