October 30th, 2011

caillebotte_man at his window

So There

A waxing crescent moon departed the sky as I slept, unnoticed until it was gone. Some sound woke me— the only car passing in an hour, the neighbor's dog, an acorn hitting a metal roof— I don't know what it was when it left no print on the dream. The dream went as swiftly as the moon, but was more vague, being something with no memory in it by which it might be recalled. To have an unprecedented dream is an amazing thing, but having missed the moon is what stays in my mind.


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