This morning, a hangover of dreams
This morning I’m drinking tea instead of coffee
sleeping off my hangover of dreams
I awoke too late for morning fog.
One dream: texts and public poems exchanged, all speaking of
anger and betrayal and love and loss.
Another: my husband and I traveling along a broken railroad
in a little engine we had to power ourselves.
And I didn’t realize that I was dreaming
until the garbage truck rumbled by my house.
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Gina Marie Thompson
August 22, 2014
Bellefonte porch poem