You stepped into a dream;
at least in sleep I can reach you.
I got a splinter in my foot
while gardening today
but am now used to
someone being under
my skin. Heard a clap
of thunder but the storm
never rolled in. I’m unsure
as to whether it will build up
or move on, but tied the vines
to their stakes, just in case.
(Might you read between
those lines of twine? Yes.
You may.)
OPTIONAL POETRY 
this is fresh – perky;
are the lines being read through like the powerlines that the birds sit on and the top of your pages?
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I never thought of it like that, but yes — although I readily admit line breaks are not my forte!
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