Poem: Recurring Dream

By Jack Brummet

Recurring Dream

I drag my wooden leg
Up a shattered staircase,

Across the sagging boards
Of a crumbling porch.

Light filters in
Through banks of cloud and fog

Radiating in waves from
A cockeyed half moon.

I hear sounds
In the dark basement.

The door is shut.
I turn the knob.

The door groans open.
I take a breath and shuffle in.

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