Still Not Billy Collins

I dreamt words last
night.  All night.  Words
and letters, falling and
tumbling in graceful
cadence ‘cross the scrim
of my mind.

asphodel
        mimicry
              laudanum
                       lemony

emolument
          pearl
                peach tree
                          furl

marshal
       resplendent
                  gypsy
                        trancendent
                                    al
 
And when I woke, when
I opened my eyes, fighting
the light, fighting the alarm’s
harangue, oh how sad I
was, how bereft I was, to
find the words replaced
by things.

©s rogers 18 august 2012

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