Here the snow bleeds clouds. Such
happiness to be taken on a ride
in a train with a penny engine.
The toys in this dream are binary.
Chalk-colored coal or coal-colored
chalk. I enjoy it immensely because
now I want to build something bigger.
Bright face of such happiness, why can’t I
enjoy more? [Complacently moving from
Point A to Point B] Why am I frightened of
losing or just along for the ride? I don’t want
to want nothing but am overwhelmed or
bloated with wanting. Instantly I want also
something else. I write it down. The page
says hello, forcing my gaze out the window. I get
distracted by an American flag and page 1 of
Yoga for Dummies. I live with a pink bear
who wears a very tall crown made of paper1.