Volume 8 | Spring 2018
by Alan Yount
the same dreams
sometimes happen over and over...
in high school
kissing a girl for the first time:
on the porch, suddenly lights go on.
at college, after studying all night:
falling asleep
I miss the final.
late for an interview:
finally get there
& find out it’s the wrong room.
my young daughter, who I still smell
her fragrance, from hugging me:
slips away, and
disappears down a crowded street...
some nights, floating
up and out of bed
smothered in covers...
and I can’t cry out...
down here with craig schmitz
(my high school dance band drummer)
who was killed, in vietnam.
we are forever clawing up a muddy hill
somewhere north of da nang...
it’s three a.m.
you think you’re awake?
or asleep?
a voice tells you:
there’s nothing
you can ever go back to again
and change in your life,
even in your dreams.
why does the night
last so long...