Thursday, July 2, 2009

Verse: Washing of the Dreams

And I walk
through the thick
marram grass
to the shore
with a basket
of dreams
to wash them off
and dry them
in the sun

You have to be careful
to separate them
wash like ones
or the colors run

all along the water
so many other dreamers
scrubbing their dreams
like an assembly line

I rinse them carefully
to get the detergent out
slap them against
the granite rocks
and place them back
in the basket

Back home
I hang them on the line
and hope they dry
before the day is done
flapping like flags
they look so threadbare
in the sun but
I'm loathe to replace them
you can't get them
in that size or shape

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