Poems for Gnomes

It’s a Small Matter

it felt real,
as real as a shadow,
or a wrinkle
across the water.
dreams feel like that.
this one was bright
as an orange lamp,
and the sky was smooth
and waiting.
I dreamt
that I couldn’t sleep.
it was a small matter.

 

 

for Poems for Gnomes

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: