I have devised intricate dreamscapes
with vines, gears, books, bread,
moving water, dynamic skies,
happy animals, and a sense of oneness.
We have a place there,
but I can’t tell anyone since it’s ridiculous.
I’d grab your hand and pull you
to sit with me for a spell
so we could watch people and clouds
move with the currents.
We could chat and laugh
or be quietly at home wherever we are.
In this place, I don’t need to know
anything or be anything other than yours.
The Word Rummager 
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