When I first came to live in Sioux City, I had this small dream. I walked south (or south west) on Pierce street. I wore a brown wool jacket (it was one of my favorite articles of clothing because it made me spark). I walked between a row of small trees that lined the sidewalk on my right, and a bank on my left. The bank was in a large reflective building called the Terra Center. The leaves on the trees were young, sparse, and fair - so, I'm guessing middle spring. This is how the dream ended: brown field sparrows flew down from the branches and nestled in my pockets, and between the collar of my coat and my neck, where they went to sleep.
