Dream Dumpage

Two nights ago, woke up just after I had discovered (written on a wall?) a four line or perhaps four couplet poem that was so intensely beautiful that it put me on the edge of tears. Came fully awake, the poem drifting away as I sought to hold on to the end, at least. Couldn’t, although I kept the sense of it. My guess now is that the dream logic imparted some impossibly few words with some impossibly loaded meaning. Anyway, as close as I can get to recreating the final couplet is this:

Who of us, with flowers newly blossomed

Would rather cut them down than see them tended?

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Last night, long involved rambling thing that took place mostly at a picnic. A large yellow awning was erected to block the sunlight (making me think that I must have had this dream just as the sunlight began to come through the blinds). Someone suggested that any color shade was OK when in the sun, but this one stayed fiercely yellow. The conversation turned to artistic and athletic agents. My brother suggested that maybe some agents make decisions for their clients based on rolling dice like a game master, which would explain why many of their decisions seem so awful. I went to get some vodka over at the concession stand. A military plane circled overhead sounding several sonic booms and then crashed somewhere off in the distance.