Dream Of A Morning - Poem by Patti Masterman
Rent my dream in half;
Tip of a horseapple branch,
Projected into the steep plane of my sleep.
Falling green fruits, sailing along southerly winds;
Tales I gather into the hem of my nightgown,
Of fake apples never offered to Eve.
And snakes grown huge, with bulbous middles,
Sprouting thorny trees, from their many camouflage eye sockets,
And horses rearing up, at the sight of snakes.
Suddenly the sun peers in, just beside the fluttering curtain;
Snakes and horses dearticulating rapidly
Back into leaf patterns, spiraling onto the wall of morning.
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