Is Anybody Home?

Julia and I were talking about dreams

nothing in particular just dreams

and Karin -- she'll be four in February --

insinuated herself into the conversation

"I had a dream last night," she beamed at us

"I dreamed about shirts"

"What about them?" I asked

"Nothing," she said, impatiently

explaining to an idiot

"It was just a dream

clothes

and people

just shirts

It wasn't about something"

Does she know something here I don't?

My dreams fall

climb

run

slide

burn

What would it be to know they're nothing

Just dreams

just dreams

Heywood Williams -- Jan 21 1997

 

 

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