Commodic

She was in one of my one thousand
wild dreams last evening.
We sat on an endless New York stoop.

We laughed, I could hear her real voice.,
and a flower grew between us
from the crack in the middle step. 

I tried to take a selfie,
but my phone turned into a turkey,
so I suggested we meet back here
in a future forever. 

She liked that idea and agreed,
and then the dream ended.