What Was

September 5, 2011 § 5 Comments

 

 

 

What Was

Last night, I had no dreams of crashing cars
                      or translucent shells
                      or even wandering dogs.

Last night, we shaped into what was to come.
                       Now  we rise – this new –
                       heavy and soft with the insistent

Gentle yearning of a suckling. We drink dark
                      coffee from a butter cup. 
                      “Life is Good” it says, as if

We needed a reminder.

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