that stolen dream,
you with child
me on the run,
you not hearing
me talking,
you confident and strong
me blabbing beside the bed,
me awake all night
you with morning clear eyes,
me with frozen Hudson River legs
fleeing from my passion,
you sending me flowers
turned around daisies.
and there,
that hijacked dream,
in that dream
you took me back
Paterson
1982