Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Parking Lots, Washington, Utah, 4 January 2017

Drove, sat, sometimes for hours, sometimes
Went in. After having a dream in which I was selected
To go on an interstellar mission through a wormhole
To colonize a new earth, never to return, a dream
Of unconscionable, delirious joy, never to come here again,
Here I was again. Sleep is a short trip to the mall
By comparison. After having a dream of leaving
With others, launching into deep space, took my daughter
To the county clerk's office to renew her passport.

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