tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post2602598941392108768..comments2024-03-06T13:33:02.824-08:00Comments on poetry bites: What creates the intersection of image & word?Kit Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04680775609980451495noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855012732105426889.post-20497509326736556192017-03-25T13:37:23.262-07:002017-03-25T13:37:23.262-07:00Jazz for the Occasion (5)
In my dream, there are ...Jazz for the Occasion (5)<br /><br />In my dream, there are several of us at a reunion. On my way out the gymnasium door, a homeless person grabs my small paper bag of medicine and goes into the school where he heads for the bathroom. I wander through the halls, telling people what happened. They appear unconcerned, until I realize they know he will fall asleep after he takes the medicine. This does not reassure men and I awake, very anxious.<br /><br />4 a.m. Got up to go to the bathroom. Notice a terrace change in the atmosphere. Should I stay up to observe it? Try not to wake my companions, try to go back to sleep, let stall flow through. Dreams. Buttons. Associations, memories, fears, prayers. A baffled look at the day ahead. I should go to the gym. Somewhere on the journey, I wonder what that dream was about.Susan E. Gangelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11089529481292723290noreply@blogger.com