I Dream
I'm peeking out at the sliver of light
Visible because the crimson blanket
Draped over the standard rectangle
On the side of our backroom bedroom
Tries to cover a narrow concrete alleyway
Where the sound of a passing animal
Skittering across the makeshift fence
Of stacked green plastic panels which lie
Onto chain link usually standing firm to
The miniscule weight of a squirrel or cat
But on this still overcast Friday morning
I see in the long finger of brightness
A horrific sight a cylindrical object
Rumbles by in the low hazy gray sky
As if being towed by armored tank
I hear a shattering explosion not far
Away how can this be I am in America
I shrink back pulling my blanket closer
And listen for another heavy blast on
What should be an air of Pacific cool
I believe I'm in a war zone unsettled
The click of the clock radio wakes me
To caffeine fueled banter of two hosts
I am relieved it was only a chimera yet
Disturbed that somewhere in the world
This is someone's reality every day
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