A Dream Poem

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The trailer rocks violently

As the little girl enters

“Don’t worry,” she says.

“This is normal.”

. . . she is your friend, and she

Came from nowhere and returned the same.

No proper goodbye. The car drove away

While you were inside, looking

For her gift

. . . do you believe you’ll see her

Again? Don’t. It’s easier to despair.

It hurts less.

“You’re too young to be cynical,”

They said. They were wrong.

Fifteen is the right age,

That in-between, liminal space. Childhood

Closes, and adulthood hasn’t opened,

And you don’t want it to. That door

Leads to jobs and mortgages

And friends who disappear in the night.

Love has to be earned, and it doesn’t

Embrace you back.

. . . if she smiles,

she might be lying.

The kids in the corner laugh at you,

Not with; the pure love a fantasy

Never to return.

Written by

Author of super-hero/sci books, False Alarm (2015), The Power Club (2017) and The Secret Club (2020). He lives on the fringes of the middle of the Midwest.

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