Dreams Poem


Dreams are a funny thing.

A dragon fruit transforming into a bird woman.

Chased by a rabid hamster.

A bed at cloud level.

There’s something under that crib.

Portal in the closet.

Hand in the blender.

A vacation by the sea.

Unprepared for test.

Kittens on my lap.

Is there a pattern to it all?

Better look again and see.


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