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of water and other things

for Rina

I dream a golden beach with sand
between my toes, blue sky and
the white rushing sea in my ears:
I am barefoot; my clothes ripple.

Dream people talk to me as
I walk, in French - I reply
in the same language speaking
throatily with polished vowels.

In my dream I cross train tracks
and hear shouting -a red steam
engine and the driver pointing at me -
suddenly the sea is loud in my ears

the station and the red train have vanished,
I am still following the line of the dream shore;
nearby is someone I loved, now gone
waiting for me to return



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