Once I dreamed I had lost my
wallet
After that, unable to prove who I
was while I slept,
I had to take small jobs – one of
the audience, say,
When you gave a lecture naked or a
stray cousin
Whose name you had forgotten.
Occasionally,
I moved scenery or did minor
disrepairs.
The car that wouldn’t start when
you needed
To take your wombat to the
emergency room?
My responsibility; I’d apologize
except --
Remember? -- that dream worked out
well;
You wound up in a bar; the wombat,
recovered,
Bought round after round and,
under the table,
You and the lost dauphin held
hands.
After a while, some smugglers or,
possibly, bears,
Gave me the wallet I now use,
stuffed
With very plausible proofs of
identity.
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