by Richard King Perkins II
Dear Camilla,
I can feel the presence of your will
the warmth of your distant sounds
in the place where you’ve gone
to be;
a house in the high mist
quiet cobblestone pathways
slowly winding
between temples and colonnades
the taste of wine from the moon-tree.
All the wonders of the unseeable world.
And here I remain.
The dreamer who falls in dreams
and lives on as a whistling sigh;
the sound of swatting flies
on a solid chair in an abstract room.
Sincerely,
The Man I Could Never Be
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Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, USA with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart, Best of the Net and Best of the Web nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications.