I dreamed I came home
To the place I've never been
Always remembered
Brightly colored, deep sunshine
And none of this black white and gray
They all knew me,
Missed me
Loved me
In their funny hats and warm ways
A little boy,
Like a brother,
Dragged me to a small dark house,
A restaurant with no tables
A family arrived
Tall father
Small mother
Sweet children
And a solid, earthy woman
Stretched tortillas in the corner
A sepia haze pervaded the whole place,
The people's skin and hair
I ate familiar beans in burritos
Comfortable with every person I came across
As the sun went down
There was a rope bridge
And a goat
The bridge flipped over
Turning the goat upside down
And then it was an old man,
Unafraid and unperturbed,
Turned the bridge right side up
I was afraid to walk across
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