if you follow me
you'll be lost among ribbons
of yellow and blue cotton lace
caught in a sunset
that's just risen into the pale,
orange sherbert shade
of a summer drink
in the drift of a raft
along the light blue water
of a deep, brisk lake
in early summer
in the bite of a sandwich
topped with a chip
in a dream, rolled
in a cotton sheet
next to you
watching the days pass
through a veiled window
of opaque glass
lost
together or apart
together
if you follow me
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