Thursday, September 27, 2012

Mom's house, Dad's house

Long Division

In dreams we yearn for transport, true enough
I suppose and

awake or not I ferried you
swift waters,
a Ferryman with aspirations.

Dreaming, you were conveyed
from shore to shore
roiled by mighty rivers,
swept away again and again your world
receding to a single chafing pea

concealed beneath the mattress
of your childhood bed.

Equations dream of perfect quotients,
if they sleep at all.

I carried you
over wild rivers of
imperfect arithmetic.

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