How is it you snuck into my dreams last night
Looking so happy, fresh and lucently pretty
Smiling and as young as you were so long ago
And of all things rowing a boat so easily on a canal?
When you smiled and opened that box in the boat,
The color brown, wooden and like a three foot coffin,
And pulled two identical men dolls out of it in suits
And tossed them into the river like undersized fish
The meaning of that curious, surprising action
Perplexed my dreaming mind. Was it me and me?
Bob Boyd
