Dream Poem 96: Trousers
At the corner of a street at night in a closed shop doorway.
It has been a Christmas party and our small group composed
of
The hippy, the ballerina, the tiny enthusiast and the
photographer.
The round bouncer on the door of the Club has told us
“he’s not coming in wearing jeans”
We maintained that his presence is necessary to our
happiness.
It is decided the ballerina and the photographer will swap
trousers.
He takes off his trousers
So she can put them on.
This suits them both very well.
We are admitted through the dark, smokey doorway.
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