Leaves
“Close your eyes.” and I do
I sit on the grassy shore of a stream of clear blue, minus the fish.
I was always fond of fish.
There are leaves, she says so, so it has to be true.
“Watch them,” she says, “they just drift along down the stream.”
I struggle to watch them,
but then you’re sitting next to me.
I grin.
“Hi Princess.” and you kiss me.
Once,
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