Dream Dream Resolution
Nights on end, he ran beside a horse around a walled
city–Carcassonne–until, through therapy, he willed himself
to mount the horse,
alighting not on its back
but in its nostril, where whorl-curled,
he rode readily
through dark gates.
He never dreamed that scene again,
though often spoke of it
with great longing.
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I’m back! (Sort of.) And it feels good! Just getting through a terribly busy time but could not resist either the call of Brian Miller (Happy Birthday Brian!) of dVerse Poets Pub or the the inimitable G-Man, each of whom asks us to tell a story in 55 words. (Let them know I’ve tried.)
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