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Dream 4/16/2024

S.E. Bourne

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I was in England. Traveling.

Had money. My red purses.

Good clothing. The highborn thought to look after me.

I was lost in the streets laughing

Doing laundry for an old acquaintance

Dressed well but my hair a mess and no make up on

Nigerian nationals called me to their table

They were funny and striking and promises to do my hair in braids and my makeup garish

Somewhere into dinner things went south and the braids and makeup were not done.

I walked up a hill filled with junkies barefoot as they smiled and beckoned me close. I skipped over cracks and blood and piss and spit but it seemed only a mural of creation and the junkies let me pass laughing and wishing me well.

Further up a hill I landed into a Korea town. They were bemused by my presence but polite.

I explained I was lost at their high tech library and a women named Sophie helped me back trace my journey via apple track.

Back down the hill but on a different street.

I was somehow now in Alaska. Juenau were I have never been.

Bear cubs wrapped in blankets passed about.

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S.E. Bourne

“If this is all I get, I will take it.” *S.E. Bourne