When Dreams Collide
Coming back from mid-afternoon walk,
dog on leash led the walk up the stairs,
one flight - which should have been two,
old man deep in his old man memories,
of time when a girl, her face now lost,
in the curtains of time, but, oh, the laugh,
still lingering, and the old man smiled,
as the dog turned into an entrance,
not the one next floor where home was,
as the old man opening door, wondering,
what had happened to decoration? Then the
new couple moving in, busily unpacking
looked up and nervously smiled at them,
an intruder and dog, in their new dream.
The old man's embarrassed laugh began,
wondering if they were making a smiling,
silent vow to lock the door from now on,
behind memory's curtain, the girl laughed.
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