Dream poem 30: Swimming in the Air. 

Swimming through air isn’t easy
Its hard work
I have to really use my arms and legs strenuously.

A great long corridor
Is used as a thoroughfare by everyone
I’m being chased by a Zen Buddhist monk woman.

I swim in the air past boys carrying pizza
A stretcher being carried full of gourds
She nearly catches me.
I swim through back alleys

And back to backs.

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