dreams i think you have

The fruit fly dreams the empty glass;

the organisms in wine,

the flies.

 

The dragon fly skims across the surface of the wine;

the padded paw across

my boards.

 

My cat with her wings out-spans

the highest bird;

 

the cumbersome bear tears the throat

of the antelope, caught off guard:

 

an eye fixed upon the blade of grass;

the other, glazed, is miles away –

in the field he once lay.

 

12/11/16

4 thoughts on “dreams i think you have”

  1. I like the aligning of things being thus, in contemplation; how such diversity in perspective and apparent purpose share some unity of recognition

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