Blankly gazing out the window at
I dreamed a*
I am a voyeur watching while the
ragged woodpile slowly dresses itself in soft white as ground's dead leaves assume a matching robe. dream that made
me
Naked limbs who normally drape in summer
green ivy
waft white wisps from bridal boughs, stirring powder, breeze blanched, sad, concerning
myself and the
down onto the jumbled woodpile,
down onto the rotting leaves, mending my world white. first few friends
I had.
Ray Ostrander, 1974 Revised 1998
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