dreams of corded fires, flying & the secret trump of teleportation, alighting the perfect perch under the eaves and tree branches, then waking to sunshine in the pre-dawn darkness, rising into the “plans” all quietly stolen away around the corners turning, dear and too short heart to hearts, circles oscillating slowly, watch the patterns eddy, see the lines curve away and in, wrapped all around in liquid music, sleep, sigh, relax now, sleep, perchance to dream again of how