Fortunes
I need to write a poem
for someone far away
male/female
straight/gay
wannabe/neverwas
hero or ghost
Do you still dream,
of merry-go-round horses
and pink cotton candy?
Or windy bluffs
so green and misty
the fisherman's sweater
is a necessity
not a fashion statement?
Tell me of you.
tell me grandiose lies
and help me dream.
Marta Sanchez