To sail down flooded open streets
with you
greet donkeys in the market alleys
juggle candy red apples
and float rings of wild shooting stars
chase stray dogs
until we can’t run anymore

To nap in the 3 o’clock sun
wedged between cat elbows
and your legs

—I’d gather torn beddings
and make hamster shavings—

To burrow and make drip drip caverns
and slumber in dandelion quilts
with you

Is my small wish
this sunny, something afternoon.




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