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Half-remembered dream prose (12/29/09)

January 2, 2010

he stuck his head out past the cabinet and out the window
seeing the surroundings plains, the roaming hills
the grass that once, touched by sun, held all the affections he’d hoped to stow
inside the house
but carefully free of bricks, he notices
some birds heightening the moment by undulating the sky and
that scene which his head was so careful to allow
in stillness
to live outside the window
suddenly broken, black streaks smear and
he is shocked by those birds and
ducking his head back inside,
he smiles, those cabinets safely holding his possible futures at bay,
he smiles and he remembers what he wants
and why.

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