Dreams in Retrospect
for all the dreamers who haven't taken flight yet
Sometimes, a tea kettle screams & steam sings its way back to the sky— returns as rainwater for your soul, a garden, too little watered. Sometimes, your cup runs over & the saucer it sits on saves what you would’ve lost when you burned your throat sipping a dream you couldn’t handle. Sometimes, dreams are too big …
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