Central Park

[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.

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