Day Dreams

I may ignore
or fill
are your ears
the sound
and eyes
or arms
in your teeth
under your skin
dissolved in your coffee
your cries
a sound
in the heat of the day
a radio
of sound
of your daydreams
under your pillow
on the face of a dollar
words of prayer
sewn into your shirtcloth
tied around your wrists
painted on the walls
played in a minor key
daughter goodbye
and hello are the same
sound.

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