Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Poetic Asides a dream

Dreaming of Charlie

Growing up, outside our house,
across from the turn-around-spot
stood a massive oak.
We named it Charlie.

Whenever visitors left,
we reminded them
as they backed out
to not hit Charlie.

The other night, I dreamed
that while visiting my parents
I ran into Charlie. It cracked
right down the middle.

I took a piece of the bark
 to take back home with me
as a souvenir, and then
 the whole thing fell down.

I felt embarrassed
that after telling everyone
to not hit Charlie,
I hit Charlie. 

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