Last night I dreamed my wallet was missing
as part of a kaleidoscope of bizarre dreams.
Discordant scenes, cloudy scenarios, and
indistinct people and barely distinct people.
Then in the midst of all the confusion my
wallet was missing though somehow I still
had money. I couldn’t find my wallet anywhere
and worried about replacing my identification
until I woke up groggily and when my senses
became clear, I remembered my wallet was
where it has always been. In my pants pocket.

Bob Boyd