I have never been to Iceland. Much less bought a flute there. In three and a half weeks I fly to Scotland for a pilgrimage to Iona. I wonder what I will carry back home with me. I somehow know it will be beautiful. I imagine it will take some time to learn its use.
I dreamed I bought a flute
In Iceland.
I figured I would learn to play
On the flight home.
I opened my eyes
As we prepared to land.
I had slept all the way
Across the Atlantic.
It is a beautiful flute.
I cannot play a note.
Still
It is a beautiful flute.
Still
I cannot play a note.
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