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The second Dream
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Thursday, 2nd January 2014 @ 10:03:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The second dream
There are so many kindnesses in my life
A warm touch on a cold spring morning
A drunkard telling me that he missed his family
Urging me to go home
I cannot remember his words
But I remember
The tears in his eyes
The liquor on his breath
The scraggly dirty brown beard
The second dream is not a dream at all
But a stone wall at the entrance of a trailer park
Centered westerly between a canopy of mossy trees
And the barren tarmac of an old airport
With a field of sunflowers sparkling behind it
The second dream is a boy
Sitting on that wall
Watching the sun set
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iodinelove
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2014-01-02 22:03:28]
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Re: The second Dream
(User Rating: 1 )
by ming on
Friday, 3rd January 2014 @ 12:32:11 AM AEST
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| And again. I felt as if I was on the other barstool watching the drunk and then on a walk through the past as a boy sat and pondered. Good job. |
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