Wednesday, August 12, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 22



“The opera, I’m known to attend,
Each performance I see to the end.
The costume I wear
Is fitted with care;
A dress that will surely impress.
Alas, dear reader,
This is only a dream
Where thoughts are made real,
Or so it would seem:
The tale that I weave
Is but sleepyhead make-believe.”
— Garry D. Kilbourn

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