David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
A Blank Stare
Daydreaming can happen
just about anywhere.
You sit down for a few moments,
and suddenly your mind just drifts away.
You start dreaming of things
that happened in your yesterdays.
One minute you are in real time,
next you’re gone to imaginary.
No one can tell when these dreams
are going to happen.
If anyone sees you,
for their money they get
just a blank stare.
22 February 2008
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