I saw you in a dream last night.
I was lighting a photo shoot.
An industrial location.
Must’ve been a hundred people
coming through, asking questions,
commenting on the process.
You asked if I wanted to dance.
The two nights before I had snakes
in my dreams. But you weren’t in those.
Just the snakes…
Poetic Asides’ Day 27 prompt was to write a monster poem. This one appeared almost verbatim in an email. Found poems are great, aren’t they?