Two Dreams

In a dream

of years ago.

I'm a child again,

with blonde pigtails

down to my waist.

There's a familiar park

and a familiar school

where I swing

and run,

rushing to the slide.

Violet flowers

bloom against a gray landscape.

And I'm screaming the names

of those who've

forgotten my face.

But it is only you

who sees me

and smiles.

Though I am not sure

we've met before,

I recognize your prescence.

I know your ghost

and I call you brother.

You look like me,

even though you are smaller

and have a different smile.

-Jo Resner 1/24/18