Peace or pleasure or neither I like that you don’t know you’re a dream boat a dream to me His shirt reads “happiness is a man and his boat” soon to be mine past down for safe keeping to sleep in and dream in I guess that’s all it takes — real simplicity You me and the sea You pulled us through still water and into the bay Creatures of the deep grabbing at our feet only as real as nightmares I like to think you’ll continue

I argued with myself like all children do when searching for what truths we’d like to delve deeper into. It didn’t feel like disappointment or rage, but more like acceptance with tinges of fear on its tail. I was looking for protection in the wrong places — as much as I didn’t want to believe it, for I grew up with prayers and hand upon my shoulder. It was hard to swallow — maybe there wasn’t a grand plan afterall.

Spring forward Our stove remains in the past I wasn’t angry when the sound of bright keys woke me from my dreaming I left nothing important There’s chirping of birdies in the white blossoms along Bidwell St. They’ve all taken to flower before the end of March I dreaded to look at the time We stayed still for the hour that we lost

I haven’t had these growing pains since I was a kid And although I’ve learned to keep better track of my feet click my heels together I’ll still be lost for there’s something I’ve forgotten to remember that I left behind

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