There is nothing like a GREAT DREAM, a realistic dream, and that's what I had last night. I sat with my former boyfriend Simon - we call him Jake Bonner - when talking about him. We sat overlooking York Road and had a birds-eye view of the whole scene.
Sy was a very nice man and would answer any computer questions we had. My book about him is called THE REDEMPTION OF PULASKI.
So I just woke up. I had told Kat - ekaterina - I would write her a poem about - well, here tis:
THE WHITE CROCUS
Small enough to hide on your lawn
Yet strong enough to close its white lips
And awaken every morning
I stand in bedroom slippers and stare
A parasol it does not need
Just faith, faith immutable
And a small patterned red cup
I bought at a thrift shop
No longer there.
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