Since midnight I've been surfacing,
diving back down into a dream I'd been dreaming
about dreaming I was dreaming.
A glance at the clock showed
I'd been holding my breath for
sixty eight minutes, forty nine minutes, eleven
or fifteen or five.
Still, whoever I was waiting for
at that corner
at that mailbox
at that intersection
must be standing there now,
waiting for me to surface.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
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