The dream – three really
of being with Roni.
Twice I woke
each time returning to the visit.
And though I’ve read a dream
lasts but seconds;
it seemed to be a long, meandering day
walking, talking, going through old books
illustrated with images that seemed
alive; vibrant, moving, pulsating,
directing the conversation into
history, belief systems, conflict.
Grand and welcome this time
spent with an old friend so vital,
educated, informed, moved away long ago
and long ago, too, dead.
