Dreams of our Missing
Where are loved ones who never feature?
You are mostly hanging around
all but a life-long longing,
offer a weekend then disappear,
leave the glittering sea like a trick
where absence gets handed over to light
like that might help for more than a minute,
given it all.
As your own flicks
its trail of promise and wake of litter
into the day, then another dream.
What material is it you live in?
Not oxygen. Not even remembrance.
Animate, but essences … run amok with last words.
Half-Dreaming Your Bike Route Home
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