Today's poem is by Denise Duhamel

Death Dream
       

In the dream I keep losing my mother—
the nursing home hallways are crowded,
and, when I look at the wheelchair I'm pushing,
it's empty. I turn around and press through,
afraid she's slipped out. I go to a main desk
where an orderly tells me he thinks
he saw her in Room 104, so I hurry there
to find my mother, young again,
sitting upright, biting into a pear.
When I wake, I go to my dream dictionary—
eating the pear indicates success.
But nothing about the significance of 104.
A quick google search brings me
to an "Angel Number" site, tells me
Your angel is close to you now,
looking for ways that she can assist.

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from The Southern Review
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