I was handed a napkin with three words written on it: I, Was, Once. They were spaced out in different spots inside the white square. I was asked to fill in the blank space.
And so it came to me, inside a haze of beer and intellectual challenge, staring at the white blankness between the three black scribbles:
I exist dreaming of a once
had time amongst the
green. Mist on my nose was
all that needed exist
between me and the ice
air of a dream I
I am left wondering these few days later, why my dream was made of ice; but remember laying atop a roof at sunrise, some (more than) few years ago, trying to defy the cold.