Poetry (Day 345): Dream

 

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Dream

 

Yesterday I picked up the fragment
of a broken dream, a shard
of future that I could shape.

Today I found
another, a moment
of possibility and potential,
that I carefully worked
until it fitted
with all that I had.

Tomorrow, I will look
at the debris again,
to see if there is another
sliver I can shape,
another minute that I
can add to the life
of my dream.

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