London - circa 1990
Caroline
she dreams more than anyone I know can dream
different from the way I dream
she opens the door
sits me down
finds me a coffee
then falls into her mattress where I can see her
and continues her dream
not lucid
not dreamy
not indistinct
because she wakes
tells me her story
then closes her eyes
and returns again to her free movie
her name was Caroline
and I miss her
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2011-05-30 at 13:01
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