Dreams You Can’t Remember

Crazy, rainy, snowy weather

Five days past last December,

A backdrop for a symphony

Of spoons and saucers kissing

 Cups and coffee counters,

A prelude to an oddball opera -

Does the sexy single mother

Have a secret daytime lover,

Does the lingerie folding lady

Ever, ever get real excited,

Does the fellow peddling purses

Play doctor to the night shift nurses,

Like dreams you can’t remember

That spark in your mind so clever,

Coaxing you to think again

About the dream you had

But can’t retain.

Stephen Nesbitt ©