Different Dreams

We conjure up the dream,
the cottage in the country

with its white picket fence,
the two point four children

and meat and three veg dinners,
the evening cops and robbers shows

on the tv in the corner. The dream
where we'd all work,

where needs were all well met,
and luxuries were the norm.

We lived it until the bubble burst,
the market crashed, petrol skyrocketed

until a Sunday drive turned
into afternoon walks

and the house was filled again
with the scent of hot homemade bread

from a different distant dream.