zion, or Youthful Yearning
last night's dream: comic
book villains chase us through the
mountains, then across
a precarious
rope bridge. an adopted boy
we call Zion morphs
into my pre-teen
brother. we dine on the docks
at an open-air
clam shack, in spite of
my shellfish allergy. the sun
sets on the water.
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