Friday, November 15, 2013

Away. Away.





He dreamed that he was
traveling in a trance --
in orange shoes, gray
sweatshirt and sweatpants –

advised by spirits he could
hear but couldn’t see
with whose reiterated views
he knew he never could

agree. The spirits
in the dream would not let up.
They uttered and reprised
a single word: Away. Away.

That was all he heard.
Was he dreaming he was
dead? Away. Away.
That was all they said.











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