The lightened fog of breathing slips
down past sleep into a land of comatose.
Everything is weightless here: dreams of pandas tap-dancing
float past the old man walking with his granddaughter.
Age five, we know nothing of real life. Only what mommy and daddy
tell about Santa and the Tooth Fairy. It cannot be terrible out there. Not
with a fat suited beard and a tiny winged woman who bring toys and money,
respectively.
Its mommy and daddy who hold these jobs too. Working overtime
to keep up happy. We’ll laugh and smile...
a job well done.
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