Alfred Bouchard Patched Together in the Manner of Dreams

Patched Together in the Manner of Dreams

alfred bouchard

before the dream monsieur I waited for the train not knowing the dream or where it would go I carried a suitcase and a little French the suitcase came from an earlier dream to dream one must carry a suitcase no in the dream she is standing by the window the glass glazed with sunlight the piano player his back to the window is bent over the keyboard deep inside the room the piano player is a stray from an earlier dream in that dream I replaced him at the keyboard she is facing me her image slightly obscured but her eyes are clear her dress a black silhouette but there is no movement no recognition I stand across the street carrying a suitcase the piano player too is immobile to dream monsieur is to see no but can one see if one is not seen is there a word for this monsieur everything is a la carte but this is a dream and my French is limited this is why I carry a suitcase this is perhaps why the piano player is waiting but there is no movement oh monsieur she is standing there but does she see me