I dreamed of you.
Gently in the morning,
Drawing lines in the dust with your heel,
A breeze of light to sweep the shadows from their sleep.
Summer rising softly all around.
Gathering my courage, looking to the east,
I offer "go camping with me..."
You shrug, and smile, and say
"she has it all planned..." and then I see
Gear in perfect order, lined up in the yard.
Everything on display,
Even the apples wait in perfect rows.
Provisions for a king.
I hear a quiet voice inside my heart
Pleading..."You could do the same"
Whispering... "You can offer more." But
I smile silently
And turn to go...
Shouldering my simple pack,
Dust on the cuffs of my jeans.
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