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November 2, 2014

Dreams, constant dreams
Dreams of places we used to live,
of carpet pulled up to reveal hardwood floors
of refrigerators reorganized with
drawers and no old condiments in sight.

Dreams that persist through the night,
Through the cold
through waking up and taking the dog out
Dreams that mean something
Something that I can’t quite articulate.

What am I missing?
What is the lesson I am meant to learn?
Where is the epiphany I am obviously chasing?

I awake tired from running, tired from wondering.
Tired from figuring it out.

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