Sweet Dreams
I would live in that house in my imagination,
sleep in the rafters of that old house
play cards on a small table by dim light
in my imagination there, where family waits,
a warm bed with many quilts. My favorite
parts of this whole life are there in that house
where I was so green as to believe happiness
was a warm place in the rafters, dreaming.
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