The Game

There are dreams and there are visions

The night before I heard your story,

I’ve a strong sense it had been the latter.

The most singular duo, caught in a game

With heavy breathing and merry making

They were tossing to each other a little baby

across the empty streets of  a very busy town.

The night before I heard your story,

I had already heard it a million times,

And I had a vison, not a dream, a vision

Of the duo enaged in a very serious game indeed.

 

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