Verbs Of Dreaming

Shrapnel flowers
grew in the garden
Bleeding my hand
with each bouquet
The suns rose & descended
sky blue & grey & black
No moons were necessary
in the geometrical formula
Hemlock grew tall & unharvested
when I gathered from the quince
Nile waters cut through levees
doubts & dams & droughts
All these I scribed when I learned
the conjunctive verbs of dreaming

 

 

 

 

Terrence Sykes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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