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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