Jake Regier, 25, Maschio, Stati Uniti
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I dreamed I was dead--
it seemed I had assumed quiet, and
it turned out to be noisy. Only
belatedly did I realize that in fact
I had died. I couldn't get through
to the others to let them know
how I felt. A red police light
was revolving down the street.

When I woke in the morning and went into the yard,
locust trees were fluttering their feathery
leaves in the mild summer wind. I stood there
wanting to know, letting my attention go
everywhere, reaching out and being alive.

From down the street Sam trotted our way
kicking a can back and forth, one gutter to the other,
waving and leaning. His cap had the bill in back
so he could run fast. When he got to our house he
flipped the can in front of me, and we stood
together looking out over the fields.

We could work on our raft at the creek, or
put the roof on our cave. And there was
the hole in his backyard where we were digging
to China. My mother called out the door,
"Time for breakfast. What are you boys doing
today?" Over our heads the blue wind fluttered
the locust leaves. "Nothing," we said.

"Being Young: Eleven" - William Stafford

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