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I don’t want to wake up

I don’t want to wake up because I don’t want to leave Steve’s kitchen I don’t want to get out of bed because I don’t want to wake up and I don’t want to leave

I’ve just helped Steve’s daughter fold sheets I can’t imagine from where and a long linen dress has been pulled out from another garment his daughter was very insistent

now I’m folding cloth with another woman who I don’t know

before all the folding it was like old times we had all finished a big meal and we were all around the table having fun and laughing

and now everything has been folded and placed neatly on top of a dresser which can’t be there because it doesn’t belong in the kitchen

and it doesn’t make sense and it doesn’t matter because I know this is a dream

then suddenly I’m all alone

and now more people are arriving outside with food to share

and I don’t want to wake up because I don’t want to leave Steve’s kitchen

from Steve — poems from a friend — Bill Eberle

Thomaston and Warren Maine     March 7

© 2019, Bill Eberle