LITTLE DREAM Poem by Esther Jansma

LITTLE DREAM



open the doors
sweep the words
out of the house - amazed

upright in the long
canoe of his sleep
he sweeps into your light.

blood, heart-beat,
opening and closing
between your hands

a breathing vase
of ribs, inflor-
escence, flight

little sounds, soft
rain falling, a small
red o

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