day, bullis park (entrance)

she arrived. there was no
party there were no
barbecues no barbecued food there were
people. had i misread the invitation
or had it been a dream vivid
as it seemed she had held, opened the envelope
held, stared at the card but it's true
had always clouded her view.
presently she couldn't trust what was
real what was dream are
these balloons, one
living one
dead evidence that
i had not been dreaming or simply that
i still am.

she walked.