A Soup To Dream Of
A Soup To Dream Of
Last night a dense fog
A cloud down low
Enveloped the bridge
On which I walked
A bridge over the river
And under another
Under a river
Overhead, a river of fog
Thick as clam chowder
Steaming on the cookstove
Thick enough to eat
But without a taste
Met there a person
Emerging from the chowder
A man in uniform
A cop no less
Exchanged what pleasantries
You can in a fog bank
All words left sodden
In the vaporous murk
Kept walking and walking
Through the mist river
Had to get to the grandkids
To enjoy them today
Then out of the fog
I spied a ceiling
As my eyes opened
I awoke from my dream.
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