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Sleeping, we boarded a boat
that went drifting through our heads
down dark reflective aisles of
The bitterns and Spanish moss:
a Carolina dream.
Uneasy voices called out, too,
beyond the vegetable islets.
Floating, we were hand in hand,
and when our bed returned
it was as though the book had opened
to our reflective eyes.