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
