wheeling dreams—
nocturnal sorts—swishing in
a black cup of sky
Night
12/16/20: At 2:43 am
all bound up
into a ball, pulling string
wound around itself
12/11/20: Night Walk, Thinking of Dickens
now all those ghosts
return strewn with colored lights
to hide their gray
12/1/20: Unconsciousness
I think—perhaps—
“falling sleep” undersells
oblivion
11/29/20: The Moon Woke Me
pale eye—
its white mirror still so
hot and sharp
10/14/20: Healing
back from trouble—
skin nearly translucent,
pale as the moon
9/23/20: Dreaming Poetry
my sister leapt
like words, her form transformed
into love
9/20/20: Proceeding as Unplanned
accidentally
my dream switched lanes—and I
was a clam
7/24/20: Before Bed
trying to picture
grain—indiscriminate—
waving in winds
7/23/20: Dreaming In the Form of a Junior High Filmstrip
only
calm tones identifying
scenes moving
haiku streak 