17

17

I had a dream last night

Where I made my may

Through vine woven gates

Into a stairway filled

with chatty people

In their polo shirts and levis

Stiff wax figurines

their faces printed with smiles;

Unaffected as I approach;

I wait for them to open a way

My friend comes from behind me

Barely grazing my arm

but not quite for our skin to touch

She didn't see me; Neither Mrs. K

Who finally let go of the doorway

I make my way

Suddenly I find my self

In a large auditorium

Filled with people I know

Gathered on chairs

Arranged in a semi circle

Some scattered here and there

Chatting loud to my eyes

But like a quiet underwater dream

Where I could only hear

The clicks of my white stilettos

As my long legs peaked through

The risqe Armani gown,

plunging down to my stomach

And

Hmmmm.... I say in a sad harmony

Young and sweet, only seventeen

I play the words in my mind

With certain steps of uncertainty.

I brush past the auras of

all I knew and all I know

In search of a seat

Possibly saved for some one else