he dozed off into the warm sun
with the shade at
his head
but not touching him
It was her hand that touched him
Caressed his curly hair
The girl from
the shade
The girl who whistled
those wholesome tunes
while holding a child in her arms
and breastfeeding
The girl he knew was not real
but no longer cared
As the light above him
was shaded by heads looking down on
his face
and as the whistling grew
into a single interminable note
he knew she will
soon be real
Everything will be
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