by Linda Fuller

He, this young man, had written a song
I tell him my favorite part, a chord
diminished, or perhaps admonished
He smiles, laughs
I bleed unprotected, extend a crepey arm


Author's Note: Dream fragment

Posted on 06/24/2023
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