Want to collect stones and shells, little space,
many books, dreams all packaged, knowing the
limitations of reality: I cannot sit and stare at a fire,
so gathering driftwood and leaves to construct
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I don't think of myself as a dedicated collector, but reading your poems reminds me of the many things I do collect but dreams is not one of them; consequently, your poem heightens my awareness. At least I never thought of them in that way. Collecting 'a little space' is also vrey meaningful.