Heroism Dream

Heroism Dream They have forgotten the athletes. Heroically, I run to grab as much of the vaccine as I can find. I dash through the tunnel to where they are about to board the bus. But I must return to make an appearence at the dinner party and I forget the needles. You watch my sneaking back. I can't do it all myself. I cry out, in spite of my heroic intentions. I lose the way as my opportunities vanish There is something wrong with my legs. When all comes down to it, poems flow through my brain like dreams, ephemeral whisps of egocentricity processed through my eyes, frozen self-centered ripples.