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Prodigal Son Dreams

Palsied son of prodigal love,
Do your crippled legs dream in swimming strong?
Do your strong arms and back and chest
dream flying across Earth's inviting nest?
Does your mute voice
dream in full orchestral operatic voice
flowing out through mouth and nose
and back in your ears and mind and body
becoming well-dreamed flight of harmonic truth
for you
with all you love?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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