Is It Just a Dream
In the evenings I can see myself
my movements throughout the day are played out in my head
the footprints in the snow, the car crunching along the black night road
I can hear the conversations played back to me along the wires
of wandering thoughts
and I think is it all just a dream?
Copyright © Nancy Beckman | Year Posted 2018
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