Merely Dreams

She gripped a scarf, abandoned to

anger, meditating

love. I reached her near a

Starbucks, knuckles to gravel,

sketching a remedy. We spoke

in passing, preoccupied,

sailing visions.

A lady gripped a wrist, protruding

russet eyes. I

saw a jigsaw puzzle, bold as

science, shedding a shell. I

asked a name, rotating an axis,

flipping through seas.

She paused, looking deeply, and

ran eastbound.

I ponder a shore, filled with

trespass, skipping seashells.

I give us coins, a collection of

relics, fancied for value.

I bring us sorrow, to feel joy,

skipping electric arcs. In

us lives a dragon, ever a cobra,

sick over a mongoose.

A man cringed to hear one last lie,

sipping rum, slowly

fuming. Time exhausted nerves,

where Coincidence

overstayed her welcome. He

zipped

a bag, closed a door,

headed northbound.

I speak of merely dreams,

sprinkled

with facts, longing for

closure.