In the corner
the stack grows taller
Clothes tossed
tall enough to make a bed,
my cat thought
Crumpled people
make soft places to land
To hear the words
they say
we are supposed to hear
Cannot bring the dream
any nearer
Just to hear the words
proves their meaning,
some may say
When too afraid
to question
I would rather take their meaning shown,
over words in endless dreaming grown
Swept plans tossed outside
dismiss me
unapologetically
Deeper underneath
halting steps
across eroded effort