Laura Solomon
the dream is often of a nest
when it bends
forward in a dream
back
sways this way
that the wind is a friend
it pretends
and summons all imaginary
birds with rhymes
soon real birds too
come
one makes a signal
safe to land
to pretend they’re real too
the nest its best
friend the wind when it bends
so convincing
true
the dream bends too
and soon the branch upon which the dream is built
and soon the tree which moves the branch
and soon the roots
and soon the earth the real earth too soon the earth |
