...Next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you're in a science fiction movie and whisper, 'The creature is regenerating itself.'
Happy Poetry Friday! I have been busier than a one-armed paper hanger. You'd think that would make me sleep well, but it's a crapshoot.
by Rebecca Aronson
I want to lie down like a tiny birch canoe,
sewn with red thread, afloat in the street
in the rushing aftermath
of a good spring rain. To curl in the y of a desert willow
at sundown when its pink blossoms
are a thousand distant lanterns strung
among the branches. At night
I prop my sleeping body like a shield.
I fly myself like a volley of arrows
toward the glowing eye of sleep’s center...
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A bonus poem: Belief in Magic by Dean Young
Buffy Silverman has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Buffy!