pour water on the flowers in the heat of the day

only four flower stems bloomed of the vast array

a bucket of blooms for the bride and

a tour of shopping with a driver by our side

lecturing us

days loom and dreams unfold

another memory yet untold

down falls the water through the spouts

diving into shopping is what the day's about

leaving the crowds singing

in a darkly drenched parking lot

the other dream was far less fun

and more confusing

so why did it happen?

dark trains in the stalls

warped memories

echos in the shady fog

abandoned intentions

befall