I slept in my green shirt and green shorts
had this dream, can it be believed?
warm again and the skin dances
this little boy was given a dollar
told his brothers but could not trust
so he hid the dollar in a hole in a tree
I told my heart, which went about its work
listened well -- squeezed and released
then told the story to my shadow
soon the darkness was flowing with life
and back and forth they worked it out
deepest fears and the deeper wells
until soon the world was filled with light
yet all inside me was lost in shadows
unaware of the old blood flowing
a mind too heavy throws off its burden
the heart is no good as a friend
yet the truth sets us free
2011
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