we were in austria
on the crest of something so high
and we looked out over mountain tops.
we saw: our skirts were cascades
they were alps, and olympics.
there was a ma rainey sky
and those virgins' veils below.
snow and edelweiss and bitter cherry
and old streets i know.
brick, and black. dream it.
time and maps blend, overlap.
we see the same things.
we feel the same way.
To me this is sad. Are you wishing you were seeing the same things, feeling the same things in the light of day?
ReplyDeletei was probably taking imagery from a dream and transposing possibly fitting language on to what i had seen there, while asleep. i think of the poem as melancholic, but i am still thinking about the idea of wishing. what comes after wishing? melancholy? hm. what the heck do i know!!?? :) thank you for reading this, and for taking the time to write.
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