Dream Guides Dreams are memories transformed, Futures not yet formed. I drift in the non-world On a circus carousel turned conveyor belt. Displayed for all to admire or desire, I travel on the beltway circling around the city, Lost in the spiral maze, I exit on the freeway. Straight lines merge into the underground subway. To admire girders, tunnels, and plumbing. The underbelly of the great whale. Swallowed whole, I hold onto a rib. Blown out, I swim to shore Knowing there will be more. Abbe looks forward to hearing your thoughts and sharing her writings. You can find her at http://www.abberolnick.com
