Exile    poems by Matthew Freeman February 2021


Last night I dreamt of a man
I knew who wanted to see things.
I was on an eastbound train
and we were supposed
to pick him up at the next stop.
But when we got there
he took a look at me and refused to get on.
So we departed, heading for Byzantium.
Trip on that, my elevated mentors!

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