Dream

The vision:

a dream of isolation

without fear

ice

the rider dies of cold

but the horse continues on

I am the horse

I walk

and there are ice formations

in the snow

I meet a friend

and flowers -

the most beautiful, colorful flowers-

rise up before our eyes

into the house

they grow

outside the front window

no children play

all are gone

humanity left with no forwarding address

but just a dream

the flowers fade

check in the refrigerator

the light's on

and there's tuna fish in

the burner works

and children ride bikes down the street.

- May 7, 1984, A.D.