Well Wisher

         Well Wisher

I dreamt last night of a far-away lass
who carried a coin and parked her ass
on a cobblestone ring's precarious lip
looming high above a tumbling trip

her capable shoulders now time-worn
glancing downward in thoughts forlorn
remembering her struggle from the womb
resigned to likely premature doom
praying for just a little breathing room
and wondering

is she ready for that final nap
once she's fresh out of hope
off the range of her map
at the end of her rope
like the one leading downward
to whatever personal hell
or just a water bucket
either way, shuck it

she stood with resolve and nary a care
a gleam in her eye and fire in her hair
aloft went the coin of my far-away friend
down the brick tunnel flipping end over end
perhaps a dream tossed or a thought cast
lingering to hear the answering splash
then wheeled on a heel and strode away
whatever her wish, my dream didn't say

I woke against my will
robbed of seeing her sweet face
I feared the dream would flee
when my routine would take its place
pleasant fantasy driven away
but later that day
in an incidentally reverent time
when dropped from my pocket a solitary dime
my thoughts once again upon her fell
and smiling, I wished her well

[auth note: inspired by "Invalid Item" 
by haizey]