Dreamland 1

Dreams float

just beneath the surface,

obscured by

the reflections of today.



Dreamland 2

Dreams linger

at the edge of my consciousness

like scenes in my peripheral vision

as I speed along the road:


When I finally register

their importance

in my rearview mirror,

they are far behind me,

impossible to see.


About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
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