Blotting Paper Nights

Dreams with landscapes embedded

smudge into my night

storms on summer afternoons

gathering in cloudless skies

rolling in, accumulated dark spools

filled with angst or grief

a sudden shower of stinging wetness,

a brush of vinegar melody

 

Unexpected, they drench my sleep with

tears from seasons almost forgotten

then in a broom-full of wind,

a dog’s bark, a car engine scratching

catching in its fitful morning growl

they dissipate, mist on window panes,

dew, snowflake memories, leaving

but the vaguest recollection of pain

or rain, a scurry evaporating out of the lens

 

And then they’re gone

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© Johnmichael Simon

2010

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