Thursday, December 23, 2010

Dream Scene

On a barren, godforsaken crest,
A great snowy owl leaving

Her neophyte alone
On the edge of their nest—

The nest a huge cotton swab,
A cloudlike canopy covering

The uppermost reaches
Of a lone pine tree.






2 comments:

  1. Wonderful! The whole poem floats like that owl...

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  2. Thanks, Joe. That's exactly how I felt when I was dreaming it.

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