My Poetry

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My dream
I walk on the stone edge
Above the sidewalk
Don’t fall or step into the grass
It’s all spiderwebs and dew
Moss and the space at the base of a tree
Between the roots
Where faeries live
That other tree has a hole in it and a chipmunk, don’t put your finger in
Stay safe under the maple with my feet on the sidewalk
Feel the dying warmth of the sun
Night after night
Watching for a faerie to venture out.
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