Dream Poem
Everytime you see a tree
or dream a cloud,
there is that in you of the tree
there is that in you of the cloud.
The saguaro dreams in drought
and endures.
The cloud dreams
our woe --sneezes, cries.
The rain falls
I dreamt that my car was so buried in snow
that I had to stand on top of it
to start shoveling off.
1 comment:
That's so sweet! It's lovely finding things you wrote as a child. I actually found a set of stories and "important club papers" I wrote when I was little. As a gag I posted some of it at a new blog: indeterminacy11.blogspot.com
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