I dreamt I was in a field of four leaf clovers
Soft enough to let them hold me
Rocking me in the sunlight
The freshest air my lungs had ever known
The scent of the newness of spring
and no rain.
And then I remembered what you told me,
that your thirteenth birthday
was on Friday the 13th
and that made you the luckiest man alive
are what you make them.
Dedicated to JLZ
04.13.1943 – 01.14.2010
Happy birthday in heaven.