Fikus dreamed a dream for me
he dreamed of walking in the sand
it cost me nothing it was free
of blossoms forming in his hand of earthen dams and hydrofoils
of kitchen cake and cedar shakes
of waterfalls and yellow snakes
of holding forth from singing words of watching water 'til it boils
of flying south with flocks of birds
none of this was charged to me
for as I said it was for free.
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