For Annie

The glorious waiting, and anxiety,

Blue-sky wo-wo and limitless thinking:

A girl came to me in my dreams, talking

Of love and sex and babies, hand-washing

Clothes in the mythical Liffy.

The dream iterated, girl after girl,

Each with soft promises and summer hair:

We retreated deeper into the woods,

Breaking cover only to swim naked

By starlight in the cold river.

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