Sitting outside
your house,
I hear the dog
you do not have
barking, which is
probably why I
walked around back

to pick an apple
from the tree that is
not there. I also noticed
the vegetable garden
and all of its
nonexistent peas

and carrots, as well as
the usual imaginary rows
of sweet corn and potatoes.
You have such
talent for doing
what can’t be done.

Overhead, the sky
was real except for
the hot air balloon
you pretend to keep
on call, and I love
the lake that suddenly

appeared at the end
of your driveway when
all the other houses
disappeared, and no I
wonder how many sails
your ship will have
when you come
gliding into port.