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Michael Dennis BrownePoemsLike Him, Like my Dead Shepherd |
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In Chicago
Michael Dennis Browne
Calling early, I wake you
from deep inside a dream;
It's weird, Dad, you say,
you just came into my room
with an alarm clock and a doll
and you were wearing dark glasses.
I used to think I could never be
as memorable to you
as my own vivid Dad to me,
but now there I am in Chicago,
in your dreams, and such
good things I am bringing you.
