Dream

Close to the

door in

my dream the

small signs

I saw a brown

sign with wisdom

on it

I saw a brown

one leaning

with wisdom

on it

fringe of a mirror

my mother

leaning over a pond

cupping water

leaning against

the moulding

cardboard or

wood which materials do you

does your wisdom prefer

which a-

partment in a summer

with someone

I felt brave to

have touched

her love the screen

door and the dogs

and the cats always

getting out. That

was the fear

two signs

fading but recalling

they had faded like words

fade in stone because

of the rain and the days

and waking and the dream

is leaving with every

step leaning over the meat

because I do not want

you to have died in vain

kissing the turkey and

the neck of  my dog

all animals am I.

all dreams, all stone

all message am I.