The Recliner
The Recliner
Written: by Tom Wright
1/18/2016
Drifting toward slumber,
I meditated on earlier occurrences.
Shortly, dreams transported me
To an eerie place;
Where, at curbside, hopelessly I sat
As a pauper cloaked in rage;
Just then the Security Alarm went off,
And I was kidnapped by reality.
Leaving mind’s specter,
To crawl back into the shadows;
This captures my time
When its seventeen degrees outside.
Tom
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