Ibtissam

I have this rule ritual...

If I see you in my dreams 

I have to hear your voicemail

and hope that you are fine.

Yeah, so am I.

And it’s not a lie, 

that I just wanna press my nose 

up to the glass of your life.

It's almost October

so that must be why

you are on my mind. 

All the ghosts gather in the autumn.

I truly hope

there are flowers

in some of your poetry.

And I am doing my thang

diffusing with humor,

a distraction from your dream visit. 

All the dogs were looking away.