Dream in Which Everyone You Love is Finally Happy

You remember afternoons of warm
summer rain washing the clay
walls clean. Towels folded 

into a drawer; the lift of wings. 
Even the sounds of the city felt
softer. A baker rolled out 

a carpet of dough on the table; 
the noodle man twisted sweet ropes 
that lengthened and divided 

between his hands. What you couldn't 
see, but knew. One side of the street 
in sunlight, the other lined 

with papery shadows of cut-out 
leaves. You've dreamed of a tree 
gleaming like a lighthouse,

radius of white blossoms spiraling; 
and all your loves rising through 
the air, wide open, to catch them.  

  

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