Monday, December 10, 2012

Amateur

My fourth dream came this morning
with gentle rain. Green in winter,
without a name. Around a table,
we five. I remembered
every word.

A dozen people stood
below the tree and watched
a hawk tear piece from piece
another, red-breast bird. He does this
every day.

"How long will you be
with this Amateur?"


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