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.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2019-07-17 at 10:15
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