No time for dancing, Wednesday vanished in a flash
I had two books left to review,
I would have to turn up the gas
If I wanted to get the weekend to myself.
The end was in sight
having decided I would write my own books.
Maybe someone would review my words?
Strange to meet yourself in a daydream
If pigs could fly, the book would be written by now.
Lying on the grass all afternoon,
hardly any wonder my mind gets bent out of shape.
I felt a sudden shift
as if the earth had decided to take off.
Surprise, I had fallen asleep
The sudden shift was finding myself
walking through the pages of my own fantasy
First published in 1966…