Morning Poem, February 11, 2015

Last night I dreamed

Of a house in town

Where once an old friend lived.


It had fallen to me

To buy the place

and save the world from sin.


I hadn’t the money

Had not the means

I couldn’t be savior or saint.


She wrote in the letter

That while they lived there

Their days were all chocolate and grace.


Copyright 2015

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