"My Dream"
You can dream pretty much anything you want to. I dreamt I was talking to my father who died several years ago, and he told me he was not really dead. I was ecstatic and relieved. I felt an inner sun's rays in my dream’s solitude. Two days later, I found a 1919 Mercury head dime. That was the year he was born. I gave the dime to somebody I love most in this world.
I'm no Dillon. I do follow leaders and stare at parking meeters. I'll wake up tomorrow whatever, whether poetically permitting. All spelling aside.
The sounds I heard shielded my blind invisibility, like on a translucent lightning storm's light shining through my windows.
Greetings to you, my great. It's good to be alive when God is on your side – not so good when He's on the other side. Love a can man.
By Jonnie Goldprick alias Jonathan Billet
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