Dreaming is no solution
We awoke, talking. Telling dreams.
an explosion during the night
A new siren. Not cop, Fire,
New York ambulance or european
movie riot news but the strange
siren predicting war. She ran
to the window. The yellow thing
had risen.
Fear is a porch where winds
slide thru in the North
A face at the Window that
becomes a leaf
An eagle sensing its disaster
But soaring gracefully above
A rabbit shining in the night
Still wet from a strange dream
dawn burst
scarring the chamber's
roof where all things lie