Julia and I were talking about dreams
nothing in particular just dreams
and Karin -- she'll be four in February --
herself into the conversation
"I had a dream last night," she beamed at us
"I dreamed about shirts"
"What about them?" I asked
"Nothing," she said, impatiently
explaining to an idiot
"It was just a dream
wasn't about something"
Does she know something here I don't?
My dreams fall
What would it be to know they're nothing
Heywood Williams -- Jan 21 1997