Dream Journal #11: And Then It Was Gone

there were roses of course
obvious symbols of something
sexual for what else are they
besides roses and they were
fading no longer buds or even
fully open to the hummingbird’s
delicate tickle yet supple
the petals’ flesh still moist
I hovered over them a scholar
lost within this unfolding poem
the lines rose like a rose’s scent
into the air the words fully formed
upon the page with a profundity
to shake my complacent world
(June 10, 2013)

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