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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
I opened the dream like an envelope
breaking the gold wax
seal
Like a vapor it escaped
not a genie—they come bottled
rather
a tiny light like a firefly
Thoughts with love appear as light
will-o'- the- wisp and
faeries
Maybe faeries are thoughts
on flight in the air
Wisps are held back
by hesitations
Perhaps they are
stagnant
haunted swampy feelings
like mermaids trapped in
unconscious
waters having no legs
I open the letter
Indigo ink has splattered
on pale
ecru linen paper
exchanging pictures for letters
a fertile trade because
the
spots reveal more than words
Are printed words but silent light
quiet with power?
The cost of power?
My time spent weighing words
as a poet
and as an
artist
splattering my emotions on canvas
