Thursday

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Thursday

I have had my dream⁠—like others⁠—

and it has come to nothing, so that

I remain now carelessly

with feet planted on the ground

and look up at the sky⁠—

feeling my clothes about me,

the weight of my body in my shoes,

the rim of my hat, air passing in and out

at my nose⁠—and decide to dream no more.