Left the radio on
when I fell asleep.
Woke before dawn
to Sonny Rollins.
Ah, so this is why
I corresponded all night
with herons!
No,
that must have been a dream.
But I remember them!
I remember eagerly awaiting
letters, and writing
back.
No, that was a dream,
or you are imagining it…
then Sonny says,
who you gonna believe?
Go back to sleep,
this argument will keep;
I’ll play a lullaby.
A song to fly by.
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