WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook


Established 02004

Snapshot Poem 06 July 02011

 

Last night I dreamt 
I said goodbye to you 
for the last time.

Here, bees burrow
in the foxgloves, lilies
bow down from their own

weight.  M. dreamt my drains 
were filled with treasure. 
There are no treasures 

here. They've all been 
washed away. 

 

 

 

 

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