i dreamt your sisyphus ashes

by blake ellington larson

had nothing on my acrobatic slumber

that their worried numbs found callous in
the emptiest of shells

i dreamt i kept your wishes safe

chanted their silent songs
your direction for days

when my early-water clippings dissolved

i crossed out my muddied days

for the chance to jaunt about town with you

and we flew kites and it was good

funny how photographs
tell such a different story