Friday, July 31, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 11


I soar in my dreams
To deeds of grandeur
Whither I go
I’m never quite sure
Tonight I decide
As my fancy takes hold
I’ll star in a game
If I may be so bold
Then, of a sudden
I know it’s a dream
It’s not I who will star
It’s the team.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

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