Frank Osen
Tell
 I dreamt I met our buddy Ted,
Who asked what news I had to tell
And grinned to hear I’m on the mend
And better, since I married you.
He roared when I pronounced him fit
And said I hadn’t changed a bit —
To quirky visions, ever true!
But then he told me, as my friend,
That he had died, you never wed,
And I am very far from well.
Frank Osen lives with his family in Pasadena, California. His work has appeared in various publications, including Measure, Light Quarterly, and Blue Unicorn. He was a finalist for the 2006 Howard Nemerov sonnet award and won the Lord Byron award in the seventeenth annual World Order of Narrative and Formalist Poets competition.
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