• Gary Hunter

Dreamory - Feb. 26, 2021

in the dream of a memory

at times familiar faces in odd outfits

mouth words they’d never speak

in places and situations they never were


this is history rewritten in warped mist

something the awakened ignore since

open-eyed reminiscence is the hard copy


though some may pocket a piece

or two from certain late-night runs

on reality odd shards and shiny fragments

for that unfinished jigsaw puzzle of life

spread out under the light

on their table of sleepless nights

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