Every now and then for a few days

The same dream presents a problem that can’t

Quite be solved or sent away. It comes

Like the dawn breeze, something to be counted

Or explained but you never quite know how

Or why. A house in University City –

Who lives in it? A group of students ask

What book should be read? But the questions

Are never as clear as these. You get

The first half but not the second, the house

And the students but no words, no voice

And above all never a face.

It comes back

Until you recognize it for a dream

And it dissolves in the face of reality.