A HAUNTING DREAM~~~~~~The early-morning-hours of 21 Oct 2015

A HAUNTING DREAM~~~~~~The early-morning-hours of 21 Oct 2015

A HAUNTING DREAM
Playing tag

On a squared-off floor
 As a checker-board

Bobby Marzullo is in it
Reflecting on love-letters
Written long-ago
One was lengthy;
Fourteen pages comes to mind
That he reflected on

I woke up; couldn't go back to sleep
Started thinking of
My own love letters
Of long ago

I wrote of those
To two women
In particular

Some of those were lengthy.
Some of those were written,
 And read,
 As Greek tragedies.

I've often wondered if those words,
Certainly not Byron, Keats, or Yeates,
Ever really held Any weight.

Were letters ever even saved??

Is there anything
That is of significance??
Am I simply
Just dust in the wind?

Some how
To some one
Could I be 
A something??

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HICKOK