The Memory of a Prophetic Dream

.Pahn was looking at divided lights across
a spool table
with stump chairs
in a kitchen with yellow walls

and halfway in his reflection
and halfway through
the window    to the rainy dark north
outside

he was reminded
of a dream he had many years before
in which he had a wife named Aiks
and standing there     looking across the kitchen

he wondered
if the dream was prophetic and he might
yet    find her someday

Wayland came into the room
and Pahn turned to him saying

“I believe I will marry a woman
named Aiks”

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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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