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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