You told
having said
you didn’t
I being
a monster
I suppose
best hidden
under stairs
but now
they know
mine have
always known
about you
what now
are we
that we’re
no longer
a well
kept secret
Dreams (to Bean)
I’ve run out
of dreams that’s
not to say
I don’t dream
but I don’t
dream about things
and places anymore
or where I
want to go
or who I
want to be
is that what
aging does stop
those precious dreams
and replace them
with just living
living a life
just like I
did before before
I had dreams
that came true
Notes
Piano it’s
always been
what brings
me back
like a
little boy
catching hold
of string
belonging to
a kite
and keeping
it there
a little
while longer
Catty
Sneaking back
like cat
seeking affection
my kisses
purr tease
morning awake
after laughter
then coffee
we throw
open day
you skitter
I chase
kitten to
teasing string
Ooof
I’m cloudy
though sky
is clear
wits stolen
by sleep
dreams linger
like last
evening’s supper
still rumbling
words come
with difficulty
like twisted
shirts fresh
from washers
maybe coffee
yes coffee
will wipe
nights grime
from eyes
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 