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In my dream last night
We strolled along a street
lined by lamp-posts and houses
painted red as cherries.
In the windowboxes there were roses.
We walked to the bridge
and leaned over the side
threw stones in the water.
Catching sight of a cardinal, you said
Look! and grabbed my arm.
It started raining on the way home,
and I opened an umbrella over the two of us
the color of a burlesque artist's lipstick.
In the garret, later that night
we lit candles and cocooned ourselves in quilts
listening to the rain on the window-panes
taking turns to whisper
'I love you'
every time the thunder roared.