Thursday, September 2, 2010

Dream 3

I awoke this morning to realize that I had not lost a kingdom through the night. There had not been one to begin with. Just bricks and mortar in an outline, under tarps and wet from the ground beneath. The grass along the edges shown like a measurement of the days it had not been tended to. No one came to marvel, to trade or rest within the walls. Just accidental glances from the road beside. And never once did a glance hold such little weight as those cast upon my labor.

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