I sat dreaming
Till Jessica's shrill
Bark brought
Me awake.
I've never counted
On the good will of
Those who drive
On the 405
Worth having.
They hurry ahead;
So if I hang
Back in my
Cul-de-sac
With images of
Geese flying
Obliviously past,
What will it count?
Or if I
Busy myself
With the dictates
Of these dreams?
