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Writer's pictureJANE CLIFTON

POEM 4

April 30th

SHE’S DREAMIN’

last night I had the strangest dream

I dreamt the world had come full stop

caught us on the hop it did

right when we were doing

something pressing

uncalled for

instant reassessing

of the meaning

of it all

could we have

one second more

we cried

the door slammed shut

on what was once

the wide arc

of existence

on all of our petitions

no excuses

no exemptions

the world replied

you are in it for the haul

the long the short

the chubby and the tall

on this strange ride

and like magic

planes fell out of the sky

traffic disappeared

all was ghostly silent

scared

incomprehensible

and weird.

I woke to sunlight

streaming through the blinds

and birdies singing

high and wild

woke

to find the dream was real

like yesterday and the day before

but this time

not so chilling

the world still turns

a child still learns

and love will find a way

to something new

and thrilling.



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