Last Night I Dreamt of an Old Friend

Last Night I Dreamt of an Old Friend

And the light was soft
And he was happy
And a cat walked into the room
And the light was soft
And he was happy
And there were many books

**

You can get away with lots of thing—but dreams follow you home.
Old happy friend, you with your good bookshelf. Good old dream archive.

**

There was, as I now recall some discussion about the Bodleian Library.

I’m trivia minded even in dreams. I mentioned Thomas Bodley’s fortune came from his wife whose first husband (deceased) made his money in pilchers.

**

Friends. Dreams. Books. Herring adrift in the stacks.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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