I Dreamed

I dreamed I saw Robert Bly in a maroon Ford Escort in the parking lot of the Woonsocket Library. I could see his two young grandchildren, a boy and a red-haired girl in the back seat.

Then I remembered that my father's father was called Grandpa Red, because of his hair. When I knew him, his hair was white, but his skin was red. He gave us M&M's out of a glass canister he kept high up on a dusty shelf.

Today I feel love in my heart for no particular reason,
Like the sun coming out after a week of clouds.