And then the alarm -
I knew something was going off
and it hurt.
The dream had been so special,
so sweet,
so-
but now I don't remember
what it was.
Now, I have to remember -
keys,
coffee,
pants,
soxs
papers -
and what I had said
yesterday
that I was going to
accomplish
this day.
This day, the first day
of the week.
Where is this week heading?
Forget that!
Where is this day heading?
What about this moment?
I long to climb back
onto the lap of the
quiet
solitude
of yesterday.
The hope
of yesterday.
All this longing,
needing solitude
wanting peace.
And now I
remember ~
I'm almost
out of gas in
the car.
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