I am pregnant
with possibility.
Positively bursting
with it
Every dream a poem
in the making.
In the mornings I wake
and try to unscramble
some of the words
on my tongue
from dream to page
before
daylight dissolves
them into oblivion
like so many cobwebs
brushed away
by a careless hand.
with possibility.
Positively bursting
with it
Every dream a poem
in the making.
In the mornings I wake
and try to unscramble
some of the words
on my tongue
from dream to page
before
daylight dissolves
them into oblivion
like so many cobwebs
brushed away
by a careless hand.
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