wordsout by godfrey rust
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D229 - First frost of the season

Dream

Woke before the alarm. Pulled
the covers over my head
but you can't avoid the day for ever. Outside
the windscreen was white with frost. Poured
a kettleful of water over it and drove
squinting through frozen rivulets.
                                                        One theory is
dreams are the way that the unconscious mind
sorts the day's debris, like a berserk computer:
fear, loss, guilt, desire, the girl in the mirror
at the traffic lights, in dark glasses—how is it
I never dream about you, God?


Godfrey Rust 1985, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for permissions.

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