I dreamed I was entangled in a venture
of paint, water, and flowers
with my sister Linda. We were laughing
and throwing paint...I mean I was throwing
paint and she was making this picture
of wild swoops and dips and outrageous color.
Paint was in our hair..
covered our clothes...
a masterpiece was born
larger than life...
and we were having fun.
I woke wanting to laugh like that
with Linda, once more.
I just got through talking to Linda on the phone. I hope she sees this affectionate poem and renews old memories through the cute photo. We had a good long talk. She seems to have to be alerted to her need to check with a sister by her dreams!
ReplyDeleteDon;t you just love it when you have a dream like this? The poem is charming and the photo just too cute. It looks like it should be in a commercial or something.Maybe you should call and laugh with Linda. The history one has with a sister is hard to beat.
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