My Work 09

Dream #17

Adopted a small child
Male
Blonde, blue eyes

On a day trip
To the city
To the sea

Cold, bright breeze
Sun on water
Leaves speak in tongues

Combed the soft hair
On his head
In the museum cafe

Led him by a pale hand
Covered in sandwich crumbs and jam
To a glass booth

Novelty
Kidz
Holiday

Where two men
Have mini ink pads
On each finger

And stamp patterns
On his crown
Transition undefinable

Sounds like
Typewriter keys
Clack-clack-clickclack

Their faces are
Warm, smiling
Despite sense of duty