You
That night I thought of you in my dreams
That was , of course, an electrical impulse
Born out of a chance cloud-collision
Later the flowers were paper and of pink hue
The days were red-hot and the evenings weary
Thick green leaves glistened in the sun
Tunneling tiny translucent sky-spaces
I thought of you, again, in my daydreams.
When the brown cows returned with sun-patches
The dusty haze of their hoofs hid the orange sun
I had thought of you, briefly, in my cluttered mind
Before I moved on to my worldly business.
