Dear Joanne,

Last night Magda dreamed that she,
you, Jack, and I were driving around
Italy.

We parked in Florence and left
our dog to guard the car.

She was worried because he
doesn’t understand Italian.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Lew Welch's poem Dear Joanne

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