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, and

the coffee machine left warming the pot when you go.

—K. Sansoucie, 2019

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