I had a dream last night.
I was eating a sandwich at a little store sitting on a barrel.
The wax paper wrapping was pulled back.
There were old boxes of dusty cereal on shelves,
Darkening a crowded aisle.
And cans of soup with labels from the 1960s-
Added color to the dim light.
The floor was dirty.
The sandwich was multigrained bread,
And dry green paper money,
They all tasted the same.