#748 - by pillow

 

19.i.22

748

3.19

by pillow

a rainsleep pitter pat

 

dreams of one head inhabit another

little scuttle, hutch and burrow

keep a dream out the back

sometimes populate the blank with was

the win when the shop was new

suburb all starting out, yet to kerb

 

I saw things that were gone –

pennants, pictures, tired imagery

to me still meaning

others moved on

but they were with me too

I kept the generality

of all the days till now

the ‘ours’ might be a little bear

or else a passage of time

 

still means to me in the always wood

bunyip in the bed

things wrecked of the rain undone

 

and wake to the world of this next day

sky plentiful just here