Thursday, February 7, 2013

Primate Dreams


I dreamed of trees last night, sunlight a slow
liquor seeping through the stacked canopy
to pool amber in low places, bending

to my reflection, look of feigned surprise
fixed, fading into the long shadow cast
black shell curing at twilight, blanketing

the leaf wrack, pooling about my matted
autumn robe, sending me to the highest
limbs, my long arms elegant paired levers.

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