Night Life

In dreams all I think

I know is swept aside and

a motley crew of

is, was, and never has been

take the darkened stage.

Sometimes an “I” I barely

recognize joins in

and an alternate tale of

how things were, are, and

might still be is spun. It’s as

though I’m listening

to a wise but crazy aunt

and after I leave

I’ll have to sort things out. Still,

she has shown me how

things look from the other side

and I’m the richer for it.


One comment on “Night Life

  1. Joan
    i love this

    My best to You



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