Walking on our street,
named Adorno for
no reason known to me,
down to the cul-de-sac,
turning then in a broad
semi-circle path,
then strolling, slowly,
uphill to the stop sign,
only to return home,
where it all started.
This is what I recall
from last night’s dream,
a little ashamed to
not have written it down
at awakening, when
I might have saved
more details.
I could take
that same walk again,
but it wouldn’t have those
dreamlike feelings.
Hoping now for
an early sleep tonight,
maybe a rerun,
this time more
quickly captured.
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