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I still remember that dream, very vividly
Jogging in my childhood neighborhood
Along Washington Boulevard near La Brea
Running in the downpour
Like the rain was supposed to be some kind of metaphor
 
And gusts of winds would throw me against the fence
The ones that have post no bills
Like little, tiny violent tornadoes
Getting tossed around
But stubborn me, kept running, kept on that same path
Same pace
 
Later on I remember trying to interpret that dream
As life’s struggles beating me down
The feel of the water and debris hitting me in the face
Thrown to the ground
Thinking I deserved it
Or like it was some kind of test of spirit and will…
 
It’s been decades since I had that dream
Thinking back at the years of struggles and triumphs
I didn’t give up
I didn’t give in
I kept running through life’s obstacles
One way or another
I appreciate that dream as a sign of the things that came
…and went