Art by Rob Goldstein

A Dream About Robert

Robert sips his cup of green tea;

He traces words in a note-book.

A maniac flips the table and shouts:

“When you’re ready to die let me know!”

His Mother throws books at me and cries:

“Such pretty poems! But all about me!…All about me!”

I wear the chic black trench coat of mourning.

“Ya know,” I say, “I was taught to be more dispassionate.”

Robert lowers his tea-cup and smiles: “And we’re Jewish, too!”

“Yes.” I sigh. “More tea?”

Robert nods and passes me the pot.

(c) Rob Goldsten 2015

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