my dream
a ghost child
swinging on a swing
ten feet above the water
i swing on a vine
two feet above the water
the water sparkling in the sun
so friendly
so secret
only a foot deep
poor child
was it the fall
or was it the water
i try to swing
you swing in my way
till finally
i take you in my arms
and comfort you
you become real
you become solid
you were malicious
and then you cried
now you're just a little boy
how did you get up in that swing
are you alive
or are you a ghost
or are you my memories
but then who are you
and what do you have to do with me
are you me
are you my fears
so many questions that you don't know
and neither do i
because of my questions
or because of your innocence
or maybe for both of us
i cry
Summer '97
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