JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Wakened from a dream

a bowl of rice

 

Chinese cook stirring

vegetables into words

 

The ceiling fan whirrs

churning stirring  into grease

 

A beating drone

phrases adhering to bowl

 

Of mind heavier now

outside morning opens treetops

 

Crows flap down dip and prod

beaks hunting over lawn

 

From my opened eyes

I throw a handful of dream specks

 

More crows descend hop and squabble

peck until no grains remain

 

As one they rise, fly off, black cloud

to lofty roosts, dream dissipates in dawn