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I imagine I dreamt toward morning
that a deep-bellied canoe, big enough to carry
my whole pyramid of needs, swaddled me
up and out of my leaky paper skiff;
that I rolled into its arched hull
and made it sway with my shivery shoulder;
that I lay there chatting up pretty girls
in their immaculate sailboats;
that I peeked up at the sky full of eggs
fried over-easy and dripping butter down.