11

i had a dream
and in this dream
i saw the poet
she was sleeping
as though she
were sunbathing
at night
i thought
ah, that is why
i have not written
poetry lately
the poet
has fallen asleep,
is in the wrong place
waiting for the sun
well, let me tell you
the sun waits
for no one
the sun is on its own path
as are we all
therefore, rather than waiting
for the poet to arise
i shall be poetic
throughout

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