Reverie
Reverie
smooth
sometimes I wonder
is this a living world?
no movement
no horizon
January
out on the bay
dog team hunkered down
like fur drifts
they sleep warm
as I,
laying back on the sled,
contemplate
the glare of
nothingness.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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