Several postcards hang next to my computer. Here’s one of them…
Daydreaming
Sometimes I’m the last alive inside this hidden land.
Dreams speak louder, visions brighter
than mere newspapers in that other world.
My eyes drift to the bulletin board, confront that angry photo of Geronimo.
He clutches his rifle in gnarled old warrior’s hands and says,
“Get back to work.”
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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