that dream,

you with child

me on the run,

you talking

me not hearing,

you afraid but strong

me carelessly blabbing beside the bed,

me awake all night

you with clear eyes,

me with legs retreating the frozen Hudson

fleeing from my doomed passion,

you sending me flowers

turned around daisies.

there,

that dream,

in that dream,

somehow you took me back

Paterson

1982