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Nov 2018
i went to model myself
not an easy job
today´ s elf
a sweet old cob

not interested
in what..
lily woke
dream gazed

in the act of recalled
do you want to know
a dream
(a raisin in the sun..)

i was in the shopping
mal and yet all the shops
empty and escalators
named heaven..

all the mirrors and
cameras
played catch
the end said

why what did
you then find
but i could not
stop laughing..

madame,it said
you are a shine
and i began
to be..

i understood
the purest
futility
and was good..

i believed in
love
it was me and
you

nothing was on
sale
knock out
a bargain

only your
only mine
on the air
all about

and when i
reached
and could
get no

there was
around
white forest
the sky blue

i looked into
my hand and
there was yours
too..

i said here is
gold and sand
here is promise
here riches..

i looked into your
great wise eye
and a tear fell
like avalanche..

you went down
and i went up
and then gone..
shopping..

from a dream deferred

by langston hughes

ii

at the local tech
with any ****
looking through
the window..

the moulin like some
happy
space ship..
the night soft

and the river fine
i took my forms
went to the pub
for a jar..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
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