But a Dream
What if. . .
after all the time
that seemed to have passed
you awoke
to find yourself
prone
in a crib
staring blearily
through bars at sun-dappled wallpaper
mulling over all of the images
that before you had played
and seemed so very real
even if you could speak
how would you begin
to describe the dream
Copyright © Clifford T. | Year Posted 2019
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