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RAINED IN MY DREAM
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TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE
I am not too worried
about
the threat
of doom
It rained in my dream
last night
rather odd
I agree
Yes, Hunter may have been
right
It was a strange emotion
when I realized
the rain
was a dream
I awoke slowly and thought
of the bag
of trash
I had just
taken out in my dream
Meaningless, you say?
and perhaps
I’ll agree with you
The couple that I witnessed
broke up
on friendly terms
while I sat
and watched
they hobbled on crutches
and swore
they didn’t
really need each other
I just took out the trash—
perhaps their
love
was somewhere
buried in the rubbish
I couldn’t say
No one asked
so I didn’t
bother to look
admittedly I didn’t even
really think
of it
who would really bother?
Certainly I would
if only
I had thought of it
Alas it is gone
rain drenched
in the confusion
No doubt the trash man
will remove it
before
my next dream comes along
So I wonder of the couple
on their crutches
and how they’ll
get by
I suppose it taint my problem
but I still
gotta wonder
Maybe my next dream I’ll examine
the junkyard
and find
the abandoned lover
or maybe I’ll just let it pass
May 12, 1986
