I dreamt of petting the furry gods
of Shinto
who walked on four legs
and were not afraid as I approached
with cupped open hand.
Their many doe-eyes
were soft when blinking
but the beasts did not whinnie
nor did they stay
and soon I was no longer in grassy wood
or anywhere else
I had floated back to dark and starry
dream space to await
my next flight.
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