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Dream jobs


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I have never understood
the phrase “dream job”
because I have never
dreamt of labor –
working some job
where someone else
gets rich off your back
while attempting to strip you
of your individuality.

I dream of other things.

I dream of finding a purpose
that fills my soul.
I dream of naps where the rain
taps on the window while
the dogs snore and a cat purrs.

I dream of mellow dive bars
on cold evenings with good music
that hits you just right
with a properly made old fashion.

I dream of remote mountain lakes
that few if any know about
where you drive and discover something
new about the land
even though you have been there before.

I dream of a petite brunette
that offers her grace
and gives me mercy
taking my hand in a
comfortable silence.

I dream my heart will no longer
be empty

I dream of walking into my house
justified.

I dream of many things
and work has never been
one of them.

Author

Ian Dundas
Ian A Dundas is a 4th generation Montanan who never inherited the family ranch. Instead, he knocked around and stopped writing for 17 years only to now surface in an attempt to regain some failed potential. If there is any. He has been forged by the land, the sudden changing weather, the cities, the small rural towns, and the bars. Ian is a 2003 graduate of Rocky Mountain College and currently works his dead end job in Billings, Montana where he lives in a small house with his dogs.

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