Poem-A-Day: Day 451

Am I Right?

Wandering back roads rain rushing to resolve
in twenties right, wrong, dreaming,
climbing backstairs chill wind cold in window
there, was it dreaming lonely people
walking miles old cathedral.
Play it down the river setting sails carries normal,
although not waiting, stop laughing off the rain
shaking till it starts flowers water floating
downstream, paper gutter blowing breeze.
Right? Wrong? Or just dreaming?