What I want to tell you is
I can dream with my eyes wide open,
like riding a bicycle without hands
down a tree-lined road,
weaving in and out of shadow.
What I count as treasure is
a robin’s nest neatly cached
in a corner of my windowbox,
a tight squirm of five hatchlings,
mum cheeping menaces nearby.
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