a partisan view

by craig flamm

i've had thoughts of you
with a tilted head.
i'd glance upwards.

   i've seen you poised
      tall under the grand
      central dome of the heavens,
      and under the shade 
      of a tree
      on a sun burnt day,

      and in the flicker
      of a candle's light

      i watched shadows
      faintly fall across your face.

i realize you're no taller than me.

i glanced up in my dream and now look level into reality.