As Then Conceived
Through the bedroom window
in my Grandmother’s house,
shone three lights—far off and red
Vertically stacked,
representing the distance,
to a young boy fast in bed
A distance that I
was born to travel,
my hopes as then conceived
A distance that called my dreams
to wander
—whose voice would never leave
(Dreamsleep- May, 2020)
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