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  • The Pharmacist

    Like rose petals you fall into my dreams,
    your white over-coat starched, sterile, and crisp.
    Your nametag; Joe Reverie; smooth like cream.
    Your tongue drips sweet words, they trickle in wisps.
    Panache drapes you like diamonds from the sky.
    Your breath like vespers, a gift to bestow,
    beard sprinkled with star dust, bright starry eyes,
    your smile warms like moonshine and firefly glow.
    I brush your banded hand taking your pen.
    I’ll take you home with me but you won’t know.
    Beautiful package to be unwrapped... then;
    No Sandman needed to bid this dream Joe.
    If you lose your wife I’ll summon my wish,
    I’ll knock at your backdoor with a hot dish.

    Pamela Wilonski
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