Dream Maintenance
We awake in the morning, brush teeth,
comb hair -
remake the dream.
Overnight the edges of reality fray,
pieces of the dream flake off,
vision becomes threadbare.
The dream must be repaired each day
or we might question
the reality of combing hair
and brushing teeth.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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