A Dream Of My Father Poem by Rusalka Slawin
A Dream Of My Father
A dream of my father
Works its way in rivulets along the pane
Of my day
I cannot stand still long enough
To meditate against the glass
And ponder
But move caught
Unfree even in full swim
The dream
Its rivulets like nets
I know not how
To break away
And if I did would not
Know where to go except to rage
Back into sleep
Finding my father alive in the inerstices of my brain
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