I snatched my dreams
and stuffed them in the empty peanut jar,
took it out to the kitchen,
and pored through them over tea.
What’s this mean?
And this?
I pondered causes and relationships
while the cat crapped in its box
and the clouds limped through the morning,
having everything to do with
one another.
J. Richard McLaughlin
richard_mclaughlin@hotmail.com
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