carry on

I dreamed I was in love
and love compelled me to run
sixty miles to the lake
using my favorite scarf
as a cape.
Unlike other dreams
where running is slow and pained,
this time I was light
and quick,
fueled by pure joy
and the energy of being
in love.
I held my scarf
with both hands above
my head, like a victory flag
or a sail,
and I laughed the whole way.
It was quite an accomplishment.

When I told everyone how far I’d run,
they said,
“That’s nice,”
and carried on
washing the dishes.

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