Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Pictures from dreams

In the middle of the night last spring I got up to write down the strands of a dream:

that spring
mexican bee pedlars came door to door
with their white hives

their nets now bare
of the skeins of silver fish
their mothers sending them north


  1. All right, if I may explain, for the benefit of others, this dream relates to the previous post... Premonition?

  2. But I don't know that the bees were a may have been after I read that the bees were gone...the fish? Maybe!


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