Eight-line Poems

A New England

A New England

A flying dream, a dream of flight,
out over the ocean, mile upon mile,
and then, to me, astonishing sight,
skyscrapers, buildings, piled upon pile.

“New York,” I thought, “it has to be!”
America, never a dream before,
yet decades have passed and here I be,
all guesses aside, on Boston’s north shore.


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For Express It In Eight, 07.22.22
Prompt: Write a poem about a dream that came true, a prophetic dream of sorts.