Friday, December 22, 2017

"...exact change"


I had a dream I was on the No. 4 train. Slowly the car around me began to fade away. The walls the adverts the roof. All drifting away like mist revealing the blue sky. The floor gone then only the bench I sat on. I sat in a meadow.
After a time I stood,...the bench faded. I felt a breeze ,...so full of the scents of life. I heard the wind singing in the trees.

The MTA by magic or string theory had delivered me to Paradise.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Get me on that train !!!