[central park]
somnambulic stupors often
lead one to an oasis of sorts–city
dwellers will glide
to the midst of the great lawn, flocked
on either side by the smallest
dots of light. silent slumber will
then occur, eyes fluttering as citizens
lay side by side
on the pillows of freshly
mowed grass, covered in a veil
of dew. as the final pinpricks of light
pinch the corners of their eyes,
they remember
the languor and warmth of
dreaming in company, as the
mirage dissipates.
