In my dream, I left the airplane,
toting two bags,
stopped in a restaurant
to talk to the woman who ran it
(and seemed to know me), then,
on the sidewalk, heading home,
noticed my bags had vanished, but,
knowing the ways of dream luggage,
was not upset:
"If I just keep walking
as if it were here, it will reappear."
And it did.
by Dean Blehert