Ode to Freddy Jones

Shedding a tear in a day dream with Dr. Monty

I awake
in a dream,
riding a dragonfly,
high above a wide, twisting river,
racing a humming bird
that's chasing a salmon fly,
tears in my eyes
as the sun rises,
Friday morning 
never looked so good.

I try to scream, joyously,
as we dive to the river,
but my mouth
is frozen shut,
my lips won't work.

My fingers 
grip translucent wings
skimming just above
the slick dark surface
of the Deschutes River
hiding ancient rainbow spirits
in deep pools
we'll explore 
for days,
in a day dream.