Dual Dream
He breathed in cherry flavored air
looking at the demolition site
Though once his home, this night
was just remains of rocking chairs
The highlands earthquake was due
but none knew its time or place
and he stared now in its face
under the weight of kangaroos
‘Help me’ he cried as boulders rolled
into the walls and crashing glass
no longer dubbed as middle class
seeks comfort with an ugly troll
‘I’d like a roll of paper towels
and a side order of cat litter please’
he thinks he hears somebody wheeze
but it’s the hooting’s of an owl
He sees Santa’s boat out in the sea
and glows a silly smile from inside
Slices of cake float freely by
Spirits hop around us and we
begin to realize the dream
though both of us are in it
and hope that in a minute
one will scare and start to scream
The kangaroo will walk away
the house come back together
the troll will die from weather
and we’ll wake to face the day
Rachel Dyar McKenzie
Rachel Dyar McKenzie has long been a writer and poet in secret only. Her first published poem is forthcoming in Your Daily Poem. She enjoys her 1911 home in Birmingham, AL with her husband Mike, and cat Wikileak (because she talks too much).
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