Dear Tomasito: We talk about dreams. Yours always amaze me, Though you've moved out Beyond the castles. As for me I seem to spend many nights Walking a perimeter of rotten ice Around a bad break Where someone less lucky Just had a last fall. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA |