Emily Burns - 2
an imagined woman has an imaginary conversation
for a friend from the old school i want to thank you for the conversation yesterday i was a little sad thinking about friends who pass and the great cycle of alpha and omega you were one of my first friends i still remember getting paddled in kindergarten you and me and Cassidy there are other memories too and lately I've been wondering about those vision is adjusted by what we learn and as i look back i realize things weren't what they seemed and here we are products of the old school that sits empty now and i suppose it is natural to have regrets products of learning and thought there are always things we might have done or said or accomplished but there are days to be content too secure in the knowledge that we have built a foundation one that will outlast us a hundred years our hands the ones that learned to scrawl in that old school have many constructive days before us there are lives we haven't touched yet there are books still to read this didn't turn out like i thought it would |
Dreaming Again
My dad wanders in and out of my dreams.
The conversations are better than I ever remember. He says stuff to me now. Apparently being dead does bring wisdom. We were watching a flood, him and me. Up home. It must have been astral travel cause I don't know how I could have got there. Well, anyway, we were watching the water storm through the yard and the street and the middle of the house. And I could feel my insides aching to mourn for all the things that I watched float away. He grinned. And said "let it go, it's just stuff." And I ducked my head and wiped away the tears and wondered again how he got so smart. Searching
the Old one said
that the weather would become dangerous that the lightning was searching in his dream and I have watched and waited and held my breath when the storm came too near and I breathed a sigh of relief when July was over because the dream must have been wrong but this morning red skies broadcast their warning and lightning played while Anna waited for the school bus and one arrogant flash happened so close I was blinded for a moment I closed my eyes and white fireworks danced the storm followed me to work and then wandered off it may be that the lightning was searching all along 
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