Morphing Verse

I try to write poems.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

What is it about a dream
a burst of amber stage-
light where tinfoil
heels tap to
the amusement so great
fun is it not the curtains
wave like the live sea
not dead sea as
still as the mirror as violent as

the cloud’s curl.
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