Written 2008, 2009, somewhere in there. I might revise it, after closer inspection. We'll see.

Five in the Morning

I dream of shining fish in a murky river. Of collages in the radical magazines.


I dream of slender mysterious poems whose meanings are not found in the back of the book.


I dream of the face of God on the number 80 bus.


I dream of cool Septembers on the last day of August.


I dream of significant anniversaries, of lavish expenditures.


I dream of waking up to a dark and quiet apartment.


I dream of Adam's ale and the matutinal cup o' joe.


I dream of mirthful commonwealths where ebullience never ceases.


I dream of distant sisters who learned how to rhyme with April.

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Written on 2019-07-17 at 10:15

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I dream of turmoil. I would much prefer to dreams along your lines. The second dream is one with which I identify.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like your last line here too. All poets are dreamers I think.

Beautiful write as always😉