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