Tiny White Flowers

Tiny White Flowers

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Dream Poem

From Segue, Vol. 4, 2005:

Going Under

   Rain outside.
Breath, a steady tide
      beneath a red woolen sea.

   I am towed below
each exhale an ocean/
      sigh over sand:  

   Ah—hush, you breathe/say, stay
your reading/writing, slide
         into the nether

   world of surf.  Explore  
                                  the depths of sleep, strange
      reef of dreaming.

   Three in the morning
 is coral: touch it
and it cuts.

--Ronda Broatch

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