“I did that, I made that,”
dream of a sleepy child
tucked with impending regret.
Something easy, something exotic;
a cabinet made of cocobolo wood,
a brick of a wall of a story of a towering building,
a tick in Father’s immortality.
Let him wake with confidence.

 

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