October 7, 2006
The fifth dream: A boy is lying on a hill, on his side. His shirt has thin horizontal red, blue, and green stripes some of which are saw-toothed. The bottom of his shirt has been trimmed off by a pair of pinking shears. The grass is wet, slowly seeping through his clothes, cold against his skin. He is looking up the hill, his nose level with the top of the grass. He is smiling at what he sees. He reaches for it, body turning, thin arm stretching. What is it? A purple clover blossom leans away from him.