A Dream
K.H.
25 Jun 2004
I asked my boss to loan me a little
Money for the train
When I got off the sky was dark
And the streets were bright
I ran home under lunar light
For three seconds between pushing off
And touching ground
I hovered in the air
While black sheep and ne'er-do-wells
Watched me sternly from their stoops
I wondered who was taking care
Of the baby now
My boss had sent me home
He and his wife were still merry-making
Suppose the baby was alone?
Could be rubbish, but I refuse to examine it.
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