18 – Dear Dreamer

Dear Dreamer,

Hi come in, its okay l’m not crazy, I’m a poet, welcome to my imagination,

it is full of odd socks, a collection of bones, not a full skeleton, but close, the memory of

my first kiss wrapped in nostelgia, my parents divorce, grandpa’s hugs, the bully who

made me fierce, the sound of the ocean tangled in a storm, kookaburras laugh, tall grasses

the bsmellof eucalypts after the rain, words half written, forgotten and lost, come in

and explore me, the last great unkown,




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