The Wakening

I wake up in the morning.

The dreams already there.

They played out, no changing that.

No consult or questionnaire.

My fears they have these meetings.

They treat me like a ghost.

I wouldn’t even be invited.

Except I am their host.

The cat purrs there beside me.

The kid lies sleeping still.

I better end this conflab.

More than dreams and time to kill.

Dennis Mantin

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