Here in this other place
the squares have curves,
but since it is a dream, we fit in.
Here the moon kisses the sea,
and we sail in a little boat down streets.
A statue of an angel bends down to bless you
and you are not surprised.
We gather dates and cheese
amid the ghosts of trees and goats,
in Zaras we see what no one else sees,
you, me, and the dream of two coats.
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