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I dreamed of Tom last night.
Tom has been dead over thirty years now.
Tom was my best friend for a very long time.
I think of Tom often
but never dreamed of him before.
We were in a sort of “holding place.”
Tom was happy to see me
but there was a certain sadness about him.
He missed his Daugther and his Son.
In the dream it seemed they too
had been death for quite a long time.
Tom went to a phone booth to call them.
The Living calling the Death.
I told Tom he needed to be in the place
where his children were.
One moment he was there with me.
The next moment Tom was gone.
I know Tom is happy again.
He is in heaven
with his children.
Texas Poetry 