Poetry

Two Dreams

Could I

get you off to the side for a moment

and tell you that you’re still the same

as in those photos

that I may never bring?

You see, I’ve dreamed about you recently;

you’ve been in two dreams;

every story I’ve read

I’ve cried at the ending— I distinctly remember a period of years

when try as I might the ducts were dry but now,

each story, a song, the strange unpredictable weather…

I’ve been myself only in those two dreams.

                                                                    ~ David Francis

                                                                       New York, USA

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