Your dreamscape is littered with cots
for pedestrians from the 1870s
who spread whimsicality as they circled ovals
to the delight of the nosebleed section . . .
A gargantuan hydrangea
fills your head with words . . .
You board a bespoked shuttle with questions . . .
The morning splits into high and low
for skateboarders from different ilks
cresting the airwaves in anticipation . . .
An aria would be nice . . .
Pensioners in rent-stabilized apartments
join newsworthy fidgeters
to discourage weekend narcissists
from bullying nature with cairns for selfies . . .
Rent-a-doves see it all . . .
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| Katerina Plotnikova |