©2023 michael raven

i think i have
forgotten my name
it does not matter
not so much, anyway
that was another time
and in another place
impossible to believe
that face belonged to me

was i dreaming of
that narrow bridge?
or was i dreaming
of today?
picket fence in whitewash
locusts droning in the shade

7 thoughts on “forgotten

  1. Love this continuation of the same thought as the previous poem, how do we know what’s real and what’s not? It’s a question those of us with vivid dreams must decide for ourselves.

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