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A dream maybe.
by james w. moore

She sat close to
the grateful warmth
for
She
on the
folded arms
dozed
She   her eyes
the dim light
did
hear a
a
a
Sound
a baby’s voice.

A dream maybe.

back to her
foolish
dreams
turned in her
too and she
No
she heard
No
What could
it be?

SOURCE: “A dream maybe.” appears in I am the Maker of all sweetened possum: found poetry in Sister Scarlet Mary by james w. moore (Silver Birch Press, 2014), available at Amazon.com.