Dragon Dreams
Purple dragon, orange dragon, green dragon, red.
They surround me in my deep dream, my hand with one lone piece of bread.
Do the right thing, inner voice says.
I am six-years-old.
So I wet the bed.
Purple dragon, orange dragon, green dragon, red.
If I knew I could have woken up, I would have done that instead.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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