concrete and steel stops
in the middle of the river
I drive off bridges in my dreams
not realizing till it ends
till I'm in the air
that I'm going to die
this re-occurs
but I never land
wake up you sleepy
anxious, caught-in-a-fishingnet
kerfuffle head
take the gauzy bandages off your eyes
and the signs off your forehead
that say, "I don't belong here"
find the peace
in a glass of water
in the light of river glass
in the hum whir bend break of the world
inside both your brains
4 comments:
really loved this as well......I went too.
Thank you Jo. I wish I hadn't gone there so many times. :)
This is excellent Holly. I think "I drive off bridges in my dreams" could be a short poem in itself.
find the peace
in a glass of water
in the light of river glass
in the hum whir bend break of the world
inside both your brains
:-)
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