Sunday, January 29, 2017

colleen dream revisited

I'm parked, having made that turn, maybe.

she's ahead, in front of me, gets out of her car.

little dog right along on the other side of the street.

smile and face through the open window.

odd as heck.

and on her way back to me, she's walking along a white picket fence.


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