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In My Imaginary World

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People drip with stories

and linger in bookstores and cafes

slurping foamy cappuccinos

and nibbling on chocolate cake

jotting down thoughts

on pad of their minds.

In my imaginary world

people have antennas

to feel what others feel

to be there when needed and

disappear when it’s time.

In my imaginary world

poems don’t need editing

and writers are never rejected.

In my imaginary world

friends last a lifetime,

keep in touch and nurture us

with memories and love.

In my imaginary world

kids have lots of kids

to swell the universe

with giggles and questions,

dogs never die and lovers

understand that when

it’s over, it’s over.

In my imaginary world, we

become someone else, maybe

for a minute or an hour, or a day,

sometimes wishing for an eternity, but

the real solace comes in the

ephemeral quality of being different.

In my imaginary world

there is no war

and kids never die for useless reasons

and all is tranquil.

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