A buffalo pushed the
Mushroom out of the way
Leaving only a question
Where would the others go
And how could we bring it back?
Hanging on by a thread
To our past like a history
Stood to remind us that we
Aren’t bitter like the angry giant
Baby blue starlings
Ariel view of a map
Complex atlas like chess
Moving the pieces
Precious animals there to
Guide and make room for
I don’t want to be vulnerable
With my emotions in front of
The world even though
Television normalizes this
A friend who sings visits
She enters my dreams
She has already red hair
She asks me to make it redder
She tells her friends about
My remarkabilities
It doesn’t matter if
It’s not a word
Make it up as we go along
Hermetic dreaming
© GÄ
Poétique 