POEM: Residue of a Dream

The residue of an unremembered dream
clings to my consciousness.
Tainting my day in indescribable ways.
These tailings leave a taste.
Indescribable, but if feels a little bit like
a place that I once lived,
mixed with a monsoon rain morning,
and just a hint of angst.

 

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