Last Night

Last night, I slept under a window open to the skies.
The sliding glass door was open, too, so
Cat could go out as she desired.

At some point, I know not when,
I had a dream.

Two chunks of cloud had broken loose.
They fell to Earth, softly, near me.

The smaller one wasn’t interesting at all.
In the bigger one, I found a tiny, tiny feather
Lost by some bird who got too close.

This morning there are neither clouds not birds
In my New York skies.

This really happened.
I never remember dreams.

About Russ Wollman

My feet are finally in the water, and I want to keep them there.
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