I Dreamed About Your Father

I dreamed about your father,

you and me on a streetcar,

gummy floors of hot

black foam, soft between

the shiny skids,

not knowing what to do,

get off, sit down,

nor who should know.

He looks from me

to you, you look at me

and out the window

I can see the red rock 

hillside and the streetcar

seeing us seeing us,

and his hair is high

and white and he implores

us with his eyes,

you with his eyes,

mind, and heart,

and wonders where

to lead us or be lead,

while you and I

and he roll up

the red rock side

within the green

and gummy dreamcar

without asking

or knowing.