When She Comes
Through a face mask of night
a dream falls feather into you
you whisper to the thunder
she appears cool and wise
she visits for awhile and states
some sense of relationship
the case you’re trying to make
she makes for a great breakfast
in Chinese I only hear myself
upstairs rowing badly again
you are finally woken up
from your department of sleep
she claimed your eyes you looked
she’s left but I think she left to eat.
© 2012 Rob Schackne
THis is lovely. I like that feather!
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