In a dream in a room filled with people,
I saw two men briefly get in a fight.
But the scene shifted so fast that I
didn’t get to see the outcome.
The scene shifted again, and one
of the men walked back into the room,
as though there had never been a fight,
and I could see he was a nice guy, as
was the other guy who fought him.
One guy was up for shaking hands
and forgetting about the tussel,
but the other was still angry.
So I stepped in and convinced him
to forget about the fight and took
his hand into the other guy’s hand,
and they both shook hands and
let the grievances go.
What that was about or meant
I do not know.

Bob Boyd