DREAM

Could I have just one more please?
Another dream, sonnet, realm of
distant land?

I will pack my great-grandmother's
old Lady Boston,
as it has not seen much travel to any place
distant.

I'd love a thunderous train
with soft, leather seats, fine
china and a silver teaspoon
with the earl grey and butter
on a scone.

Any place would be fine
just as long as I am
away from routine and
the continuum of certainty.

I'd adore any view as long as the picture
is languid with flowers and butterflies
and woodsy chatter among the trees

Could I have just one more please?