Ode to a postcard

Awakened, wandering a dream within a dream, wondering;

Asleep, trumpets and saxophones passing dissonant chords;

Postmodernist pastiche served by pistachio-clad Pinocchio impersonators;

Perchance the dance, a glance, romance, enhance…when

Postcards pass each other…

In the mail.

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