a rush of hot air,
a glimpse of a field
yellow grass . . .
flick flick of the windshield wipers
“Luck changes dreams,” he said,
and he hugged his knees
For “The Poeming”. Found source: “Jurassic Park” by Michael Crichton, Arrow Books, Random House, copyright 1991. Images from the Japanese Edu Period 1600-1890. No CC00 restrictions. pg 43-50, 221 / 157
A Breeze Blowing
— with this ring
and then I remember weightlessness,
the way a hot breeze blowing through
eucalyptus trees in Marin County
makes you feel, slightly drunk.
and there was an emerald shine
through a stained glass rose window,
and just as my attention returned
to the here and now, I heard
— and you may now kiss the bride.
For PA “Dream”
©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.