Dreaming In Wrenna
still the season in
texas where drifting in the
hammock leads you to
a different kind of
heat where hazy lazy things
are hard to define
dreaming in Wrenna
of strawberries big as cars
where you can go in
side eat your way out,
of slides that wind and curve for
days, of bluebirds and
their lovely vocal
accompaniment of the
whole beautiful scene
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