Poem: Some dreams by Manuel Odeny

Courtesy: Lesley Harrison

They just disappear

silently

soundlessly

quietly

like morning mist

unfelt

or

gone completely

unfelt, uncherished

like an odorless fart

in a gale

From a collection of my unpublished manuscript I'll Dare Dream (The Ghetto Dream) and other poems)

© 2011Manuel Odeny



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