Thomas’ Dream Diary, September 18, 2012

I was standing on a river

of ice.    Melting

in a circle under my feet.

Everyone I loved was in a plane.

Mom, Dad, Hedda, even Grandma Nell, who died a month after I left home.  The pilot was a man who had slipped

through a hole upstream, who had frozen for the winter, waiting to thaw in the spring.

They left a trail of snow.

It covered me like a cloak

as they flew by.

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