poem of the day May 13 

I rode a tired horse

full of loud snores

into a dream

not knowing

the lay of nightland

As I left consciousness

and drifted into sleep

a giant mountain appeared

out of nowhere

So high I had

to change my horse

into a jet plane

After flying over the mountain

I parachuted into a pristine valley

where much to my surprise

there was a fancy French restaurant

serving only platters

full of s'mores snores