We drove out, caravan style,
to a place out and about. We
needed to get to our vardo,
gypsy wagon, well before
dark.
Cold ones in the little fridge,
a meat dish in the oven, and
food everywhere you could
see. I had expected just a few
gals, yet there seemed to be
guys as well.
Dragging out folding chairs
from the vardo, we finally
ate. Foods hot or cold, didn't
matter. Cold beers, however
did!
We chatted, told the odd joke,
chuckled and tucked into our
little banquet. Quite the b-day
celebration and I'm not even
sure whose?!
For whatever reason, suddenly
I was startled awake. I think
an ancient toolbox fell. At least
there's a mess surrounding my
great grandad's old wooden one.
So it was all a dream, eh? I did
have a lot of fun although it was
a great deal of work. Glad all I
have to do is clean up the tool
box mess.
Still, not sure if I'm missing the
do or my great granddad. I loved
him ever so much . . .
life dishes daydreams
sleep the illusions thereof
all i have to do is . . .
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