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Pocono Mountains, Pa.

Oct. 1971

I dream a lot now

I see you sometimes,

mostly in my sleep,

your walking through a little town,

buying a hand made boat,

crying over something silly

like a sad poem.

There are other times too:

I've seen your face in rainbows,

clouds,

a mountain lake

I've seen you walking slowly

down a wooded path,

on a snowy night,

your head hanging down,

your tears shinning in the moonlight

Often you've seemed sad,

alone,

looking as if you needed me.

I dream a lot now.