The Wayward Orchard / Paul Sohar

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POEMS
Sunfish Pond
Requiem for a Refugee Camp
Summer Past
The Geese Were Gone
The Wayward Orchard
Mount Katahdin
A Tour Without Virgil
The Ravished
Ideal
Daniel
My Dream House
The God of Spring
The (Last) Party
The Secret
The Other
This Wall
Summerfest
Little Night Music
Being and Its Skin
Grandma’s Silence
The Ruler of the Mirror
The Silent Dreamer 
Keep It Simple
Canyon Dreams

 

 

The Silent Dreamer

Dusk clings to the windows, its charcoal
belly rubs the glint off the glass and the long
tentacles smudge up the sky, planting
darkness in every corner of the house
in piles of shapeless grayish eggs that will
hatch during the night with cracks and squeaks
converging in a long rumble of her dream
in the shape of an eyeless snake smiling at
the dreamer’s silly fright.
Why must we know what is yet to come?
Now it’s the dusk to deal with, to
draw the curtains, turn on the lights
praying the titles of TV shows
and names of people to call
while the darkness builds its nest
minute by minute within the walls;
soon it’ll be too late to tell her
fright is but another dream, she’ll be
spinning spider webs of her own.


  © Paul Sohar, 2011
 

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