Memory Poem

A dream

     wherein I have every sensation that I’m on 

a winding forest path, 

complete with damp air, bird song,

Life going about its business, 

but what I see around me is 

your four walls

the sleep-flattened pillows

the coffee machine left warming the pot

when you go.

—K. Sansoucie, 2019

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