Ripples
You missed a ****-storm
of dysfunction
geysered from the bowels of the earth
raining down
dark sticky obstacles
I soldier through
as I always do
In my dream you come for me
we sleep under the root
of a giant tree
where you live
clean
and free
of the stench
I retreat to that familiar
place in my heart
where you throw pebbles
into my pond
and I’m
hypnotized
by the wavy reflection
of the moon
Copyright © Janet Lorenzo | Year Posted 2016
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