Dream
Dream
A call
Familiar
My brother’s voice
I follow its trail
I see him in a room
Brightly lit with many books
I look around with deep wonder
He holds a book and beckons to me
We’re engrossed until we’re lost in time’s trail
February 20, 2025.
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