The Dreaming Landscape Poem by Vida Nenadic

The Dreaming Landscape



Yesterday
the neighbors cut the pear tree.
I can still hear that fall
although now
through the windows
I can see the stars.
Easily.

Today,
while the landscape is dreaming
I am
looking at the sky
over the stump.
And I am afraid of the dead, yellow leaves
and the shivering of the dry branches.

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