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The Traveler's Daydream

Leaving, his mind plays games --
the clouds are islands in an air-sea,
Buddhist forests and impossibly concave salt bluffs
overlooking fantasic airships and jellyfish. And --

On the ocean floor, almost ready to leave her desk,
he sees her touch a hand to her cheek
and hesitate -- should she allow her mind
to play just one game, and let the hand be his?

-- Then he blinks it away, and deliberately
returns to his book, keeping his mind
to safer games of others' conception.