TONIGHT’S DREAM

A blue veined sky stretched overhead

touching horizons with a quiet thinness.

A cellophane skin covered the sun,

like a mist in a dream being pulled

tightly with the cord of your thoughts

as a reckless collision of emotions

presses hard to the surface, fighting

for importance; the words from yesterday and the

doors today yet opened

while you wait for the next rush of

humble winds at an intersection you’ve

been to before, traffic brushes by

going someplace without you

but there on the sidewalk is your

name written in chalk

with an arrow pointing

that you follow.

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