I dreamed that Jeff and I were standing
in a shallow pool. The water came up to our waists.
Along the edges of the pool were blue green tiles
with handpainted pictures of birds and fish
and flowers. Jeff was holding a big beachball
in his hands. I was wearing an old blue bathing suit
which was a little too small for me.


Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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