that “other life”

within walls of cinder block and on floors 
of fading wood, a folding table lay, 
and on it, an old book; a child there, 
who saw the lakes of Canada, with their 
blue-green, some separate paradise, 
some kind of openness he'd never known, like 
oceans, but on land. 

and the child dreamed 

partially of the actual world, a part unknown 
but now seen in pictures; and partially 
from the half-true promise of exploration, 
that "other life" that some had lived, 
that many have lived throughout time, 
a world where hardship is either experienced, 
or inflicted, but usually 

both

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