Dream of the Couch

dream as poem, poem as dream

artificial simulation of the dream couch

I've placed a couch across the highway
That runs past the Hanford nuclear site
In the desert between Tri-Cities and Vantage.

It's the middle of the day
And no one's around. My friend Kerry
Drives up, possibly in the old T-Bird

He bought from my folks back in the day.
He stops a few yards in front of me,
His tires straddling the center line of the road.

Kerry gets out, looking like his usual
Irascible-amiable self. 
We exchange greetings.

The dream cuts to documentary-style
Info about Hanford and the Hanford Reach.
We stand there talking.

I keep looking over Kerry's shoulder,
Expecting a cop or someone traveling
To appear on the horizon. 

"Shall we move this?" I say.
We move the couch
To the side of the road.

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