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The Dream That Passed Through
she told me she loved my mandala,
and my arrowhead collection, so prominently displayed,
and I liked how she admired my turquoise bracelet,
and I liked how she let me unbraid her hair.
She told me she loved my bed of animal furs
with the dream catcher dangling from the ceiling above,
and my arms-'a brave's arms'
around her in the dark.
after she left
with one of my feathers
tied in her hair;
a trophy I gave her
for bravery in love,
I stood by my open front door
wishing for her return.
But she won't come back
till it's time to sleep, time to dream.
© David Kaw
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