i had a dream about being high up on a terrace
looking over a long blue plain
where the clouds scattered over it
like they did in barbados
over the sugarcane feilds
you were not there but everywhere
in the sky and in the chair
and the table i looked over
in the dream lunch remains
i had eaten
then i forgot you existed
and kept looking at the clouds
how they sent shadows down
the darkness wedded
with the light green
on the earth
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