My unfinished dreams
sent me a strike notice.
They picketed the ghost towns
of my mind
and inhabited all the empty buildings
of those neighborhoods.
It was not that I forgot to work on them
but resources were scarce
due to supply chain issues
and intellectual property rights.
And the pandemic dropped
countless yellow rubber ducks
to bob in the Rio Grande
where no kids splashed bath water.
My unfinished dreams
carried signs and told
unbearable stories
in squeaky voices
so I would repair the boardwalks
along the ocean ghost towns
and light them up
with various amusements.
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