TOWNS IN DREAMS

 

TOWNS IN DREAMS

Towns in dreams seem a little dreamy

Whenever it happens I go there

Something a little off about  the landscapes

But familiar, so vague how I arrive there

It’s never made clear

All of sudden Im in a favorite bookstore

From decades ago

I’ve got the whole day free

I cant believe my good fortune

How do you get here no one ever asks

But I would say like someone with a doll’s memory

If I were asked, I don’t know, someone put me here

I forget

Somehow there’s always a deadline

Get on the bus by the time it gets dark

Where’s the bus I ask a dream someone

They never say, what bus

What bus where

That’s how you know it’s a dream.

mary angela douglas 20 january 2024