
Hiawatha (Later Rio)
last night I had a dream about the child I lost
a hundred times within a single sleep
and his name is Hiawatha
I saw his soft arms
and somewhere in between the cracks
of waking and slipping back, his fingers
met mine and I held them
a thought remained when I woke
how love slips easy
I was shown his room
and a framed picture he treasure
Oh, my God
the soundless recognition of him
rang through me as I perched,
awaiting a sign that it was real
but none came
it was a strange dream
and no,
I didn’t see him anymore