It was one year ago since the river last appeared.
Today a small group of people relax by its muddy shore;
their dogs jump in, paddling to a chorus of bubbling feeder streams.

Standing in the shadows nearby:

Dreams bear their own wisdom, and in time some dreamers
strive to bring them into the waking world...

until people disappear like smoke
leaving behind a gray sweater.

But how can this be if the mind can
see only colors the brain contains?