in my dream, he returns
i am hitchhiking the trans-canada
and he cartwheels by
pauses, upside down
michelangelo's vitruvian man, inverted
i raise my arms, feel connected
we are a perverse reflection
each seeing the other as the mirror
frowns are smiles
smiles are frowns
he speaks words, life changing words
and i awake
scramble for a pen
and stare at a blank page
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