In my dreams, I am free, free to run and
dance. My awakened arthritic pain does
not follow me. I am free to meet the dead
again face-to-face. My deceased brother
accompanies me. We revisit past memories
of our childhood where we were free to
be what we wanted to be. Dreams too are
free to put you in unfamiliar places you
have never seen, fantasy worlds of make
believe. The thunderstorm awakens me
halfway, the pitter-patter of the rain lulls
me back to sleep. I am there again, almost
there.
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Chris Hanch 7-5-2022
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