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Half in this world,
half in the next,
I dreamed you were
both host and guest.
I dreamed you moved
beyond the word,
fallen deep inside,
dancing into time and space
with your spirit-guide.
I dreamed you argued with
the angels whom
you would belong.
They were telling you
that they were right;
you told them they were wrong.
If you have quarreled
with your gods,
alone and out of place,
come visit me,
exquisitely,
kiss me softly on my face.
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02/27/12
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End note ~ Leah is a published author and poet. She grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio and Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her family is Jewish and her father was a judge in Tulsa for many years. The stories she was part of during a very discriminatory time in our State’s history need to be told as well. I hope we can do that soon.