Ever since my dreams returned 
I have had the chance to revisit 

so many friends from long ago—
just last night he performed the play 

again, after an extended hiatus
in an imagined theatre, even though 

I doubt he’ll restage the role 
for any audience again, but for me 

it was enough to see him and know 
he is well, that we two still stand 

on a revolving planet that circles the sun
and walk on an early spring afternoon 

to where the books and buffalo chicken strips 
are still plentiful, and we’ll talk 

about all the projects to come, even the ones 
we only give names to in our dreams.