Last night’s dream
heavy were the symbols
numbers and a girl named Sylvie.
Put your arms around me
we’ll jump together
I reached for her shapeless body
so much less
than what I’m used to.
Maybe come tomorrow
I’ll know the meaning
of a caged bird
endlessly singing
people paying
vast sums
of money.
The warm morning sun
such a contrast
from last nights temperatures
that open window
is sure to be
the death of me.
Six long years searching
this new girl
has more answers
answering the puzzle
I was feverishly
writing it all down
in last night’s dream.
I was worried
my grammar
would not catch her
attentive eye.
She wanted me
to write more.
My editor died
of breast cancer
last year.
Maybe I was dreaming
of Jo
I’m still so lost
I need a new beginning
with her
I’m sure
I’ll see her soon.
Trust that
heavenly place
that’s taken a lifetime
to get there
I’ll greet my mother
and then Elvis.
Jo will be getting
my undivided attention
prompting my swift removal.
Last night I dreamt
I couldn’t speak.
Come tonight though
if you want to stay up
and watch movies
it’s simply because
I don’t want to
dream for a while.
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