ABROAD

That summer I slept

Under a tin roof; rain 

Made early music.

I drank sheep's milk

Rich and quite good

In hot chocolate. 

Two girls sang

Watching lips

To stay in time.

One night I dreamt

I was fighting.

No rules apply

In foreign dreams;

I kicked my opponent 

Who made himself 

Into a wall.

Asked why I limped,

I blamed the wall.