Last night, I dreamt I kissed you on the cheek, and you cried.
As I waited for the bus later in the morning,
I saw a little boy wave goodbye to the sea.
Peter J. Houle, MA is an 80s kid from Vermont, and has traveled a lot. He liked how Portuguese sounds and how Lisbon looks, so he unpacked his backpack there six years ago and even started planting seeds. Poems of his have appeared in Sandstorm Journal, In Parentheses, and in the Wingless Dreamer anthology The Book of Black. You can find him at the flea market selling things he finds on the street or makes himself. He likes cats, obviously