Christmas afternoon I woke up from a nap.
In a church of long ago I was looking for my keys so I could leave.
My daughter arrived with a set so I was free to go.
But as I looked away someone locked the door that held the keys.
Someone also left the building.
In dreams we cannot run. This time I could not talk.
Christmas afternoon I woke up from a nap.
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