I dreamed that David and I were walking along
an overgrown path. He walked ahead of me,
trampling the brush, making it easier for me to pass.

We came out into a clearing
at the top of a hill covered with tall grass.
Each stalk was topped with a heavy bunch of seeds.
We stepped into the field. The grass came up to our knees.
It was hot.
I took off my jacket, tied it around my waist.

David grabbed my arm and pointed to the right.
There was a large lion there,
sleeping in the sun.


Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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