Gift

she paged me today woke me up from dreams of her sometimes things are too strange to be easily believed but I believe oh I believe she worried I was dead some news had squeezed along the grapevine withering its way pressing out the wine of startling confluence and in my best just-woke-up voice with subtle sensual undertones I promise I'm all right if I could have controlled the clairvoyance displayed in my dreams I would have looked five minutes into the future and told her what a wreck I'd be when we said goodbye what an amazing gift I've been given