A Black Friday Night’s Dream

by grimbeau

Farmer Jones

Soft sunken summer

floods me,

gentle silly

zephyrs thrill,

dumbledores bumble

fumble dawdle cruise,

through closed eyes time stops.

Forget this neglected body.

Whisked away off

Upon eternal thermals

Illusions fall unshackled

Mayflies enliven twilight

knowing they only

have just this one perfect day

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