Monday, January 9, 2023


 Contingency Plan

Once loved we reconfigure as characters

In someone else’s dream come true.

As conjured participants in another’s dream

We inevitably recognize our tenuous status: 

Our dreamer could wake at any moment.

We’d cease to exist.

So we do whatever we can 

To keep them soundly asleep:

Another warm blanket

A soft pillow

White noise

Drawn drapes to hide the moon


In the dream I lean over 

And whisper into her ear:

Yes my love, it’s all real,

It isn’t just a dream


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