Dream
“We find the broken pieces of the bell beneath the old barn. We pick up the pieces and reassemble it, hanging it high above us all. The bell rings out.”
Dog Sitting
In the early morning lip laps
my lip is burning
too soon to trim the beard I think
in my dream there is a cake spinning around
with cherries in between
the frosting hasn’t arrived
fools
the world is full of ants
who are solving riddles together
everyone is secreting
some kind of butterfly aura
a sequence of pulsating circles
like so many coffee stains
on coasters
are we the insects?
is the earth a mason jar
somewhere in the universe?
in the early morning lip laps
a secret transmission
a universe inside
a dog’s sigh
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