Dream Work

DREAM WORK

 

 

I sit on the stairs of

a brownstone ( in New York I like to think )

on a day of comic book weather,

reading from a copy of Ginsberg’s poems,

finishing a last line that says,

“Then I closed my eyes and went

to work.”

I move from the stairs to a bed

that sits in the front flower garden,

and lie down.

The sun flicks off behind

tissue clouds.

Then I close my eyes and go

to work.

 

 

 

 

Dream Work first appeared in Earthwise 1984

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