Green Trees
When I dream I sometimes I leave my body
to see if trees are really green
if skies are blue,
but mostly to see you
out of nowhere,
running,
catching me off guard under clouds covering
me,
needing more warning of storms coming
It is hard to be done, with you
reaching out from inside
while your damp smile
from my bedside lamp, shines
on my horizon, under blue skies
I stand straight, lean forward
hold steady, not ready
to leave
or be seen
in a dream where trees
are really green
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