Word Dreams
Words swell up within
hauntingly hounding
my sleep
they speak to me
in complete paragraphs
the story presents itself
I wake
it's 2:00 a.m.
I must go to sleep again.
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Morning shakes me
from deep slumber
I rise
pen reaches paper
sentence begun
but the story has run
away.
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Published in Grandmother Earth, 1998