i want to sit closely
on plastic orange seats

invite you into my row
and place my headphones around your ears

its the mommas and the poppas
'dedicated to the one i love'

my eyes taping it all
the circle moon, penciled onto white plastic subway walls

initials and shapes and tags
one more thing to dream about, unknowingly

the stranger in my dream walks by me in the park
i only notice him the second time around

down syndrome, he walks with his mother
and i wonder if god is playing tricks

to send someone to me in a dream
and let him walk right by