Dan the Living Poet
in my Dreams
I dreamt you were reciting a poem at a pot luck dinner party
for parents of high school soccer players, to commemorate the beginning of soccer season.
In the middle of the poem you sat down at the piano and began singing and
playing the piano, first to Barb about how she touched your heart and then to
everyone about how we all had the ability to reach out and touch each other's
hearts, and if we did what a beautiful world this would be. Your voice was
beautiful and your piano playing surprisingly good since I didn't know you
played piano. The whole performance transcended the event. It was so
wonderfully out of place. I was quite impressed.
Just wanted you to
know.
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