at times my dreams are like silent movies
I think the words I cannot say
for instance, cloud
and a cloud appears with a lemon streak in it
on a lavender horizon
or I think train
and it's already speeding in the other direction
away from me
what can I say anyway
in dream language to myself
I dont already know when I am waking
and the light filters through the blinds
and stray gleams tell me quietly
the snow is on the ground
the stars have fallen to earth.
mary angela douglas 26 october 2020
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