RORY’S STORY CUBES POEM #2

In my dream, the sheep said to me,
“Hey, you forgot your ID and your
Phone at the bar last night.” I blinked.
I blinked again and realized my eyes
Were closed. And I said, “I’m asleep.
Shouldn’t I be counting you? Why
Are you talking to me?” And the sheep
Merely pointed in all cardinal directions
And even primary intercardinal ones.
“Fine,” I said. So I closed my eyes
Some more and dreamed a turtle was
Racing me to the finish line.

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