Dream

Breath-holding kind of day–
I look for my vision
In other poets’ words
And find this:

Last night’s last dream
In a dark city
Running alone
Trying to find home
(Where were you?)

Big man shot
On the sidewalk
In front of me
I knelt down
Took him in my arms
Was his guardian
As he died

He was what I had feared
Now gentled in my embrace
Until his light dimmed
Then extinguished itself

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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