Summer Dream


Looking for you amidst
a crowd of people: mostly strangers,
some with familiar faces.
Outside, a line is forming to enter
the Dairy Queen.
Heat melting. drip's running down a frozen treat
I am reclining on a stretcher injured.
Some part of me is broken.
I know you are here somewhere.
I continue examining each face, anxiously searching
closely for your presence there.
I can't find you, in them.

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