I’ve dreamt about
being in gumboots
As a Forest Ranger

I’ve viewed Chicago
From the tallest skyscraper

I’ve seen clouds
Form and rise like sourdough

I’ve longed for
the Storefont
dressed in periwinkle

I’ve always danced
To the beat of my own drum

I’ve fixed and made things
With needle and thread

I’ll spread
Love, light and happiness
Until I am dead