What Dreams Are Made Of
A rabbit is running away, and I’m giving chase.
I try to keep up, but he is quickening his pace.
My grandmother is packing eggs in a suitcase.
There is a girl with a veil covering her face.
The fields are covered in Queen Anne’s lace.
A turtle is hiding inside his carapace.
My royal flush hand is in need of an ace.
All the while, I’m wondering about this place.
I know a pound sterling is equal to a hundred pence.
However, nothing else seems to make sense.
All is illogical as nothing is as it seems.
These are just some of the things that make up dreams.
August 4, 2012 for Kim’s “What Dreams are Made Of” contest.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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