IT’S BEEN SO LONG Poem by Lynn Lifshin

IT’S BEEN SO LONG

since I’ve dreamed
anything that was
not nightmare

This spring
with goslings in
the roses, tulips

and crocuses pushing
color thru crystal
ice, I hardly

notice the wood
ducks. I don’t hear
geese in flight.

I used to dream
goose music, scan
black ripples

walking back
from the pond.
Before I photographed

the last light
glowing in dark
woods

the sun gulped.
Just one tree
on fire as

if glowing
from within

 

 

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