Dreams don’t come when they’re invited,
after knocking on the door,
They happen when you’re unexcited,
expecting very rarely more
than what had happened yesterday,
last month, last year. You fall asleep
and wake, and dreams all go away,
because there’s nothing you can keep
from visitors who were benighted
when they intruded in your life.
Don’t share them when you feel excited,
unless you also share your wife.
7/1/08
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