facing my dreams of denial

My dream images

Knew better than me

Grassy ground I refused to sit on

Just as I stayed in denial of death.

Sixteen years after my dear dad’s passing

The grass from my dreams tripped me up

Now all bumpy and countrified

I lay on my front,

felt the ground and cried.

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