In the dream
he leads me
a schoolboy
excitedly
along
narrow
1970s streets
to a bookstore
near the school
he taught at
showing me
rare editions
of classic books.
We browse
together
in a communion
that never
existed
in real life.
How strange
how sad
this visit
from a father
long dead
as if to seek
that bond
we wished
we’d had.
~Ian Fletcher
Cardiff, Wales
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
A cracking poem dynamic phychological hope dream pain & sadness. Loved it
Thank you, Joe!