façade
Last night I dreamed:
I've left my hotel early, before my companion wakes,
and I'm wandering the city. The buildings, the people,
the streets are close-set, nicely jumbled, not arranged.
I hear of a curved façade not far away and find it, amazed
by its colossal surface, its bone-white contours,
surprised to see the CVS loitering within. Suddenly
I notice no one around me is masked
though an airborne contagion looms, silent. I'm not masked;
I put on my mask and breathe easier. The morning
breathes, fresh and clean,
so much grander than the small jitters:
a cashier ignores me to wait on someone else;
an unmasked woman sits too close;
I've left the sanitizer in my other clothes;
I rummage through my knapsack, unable to find something.
Indifferently, I'm aware that I'm lost, watching
the street names shuffle undecidedly
between 50s and 70s as I walk on.
My phone's map claims I've been in Central Park
all along, though this seems unlikely. I turn back
for the hotel but soon I stop with others
to watch a minor commotion in a grassy shaded spot,
a workman approaching. Eventually
I open my eyes, mind meandering,
the bright morning all but gone,
that other world concealed, sleeping.
© MMWms 2020
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Featured image: branch bank façade, Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC, March 2013 (manipulated with deep art effects)
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