Sunday, June 28, 2015

The First Dream


I felt my ribs.
Nothing broken, but when
I tried to stand the world whirled.
I went back down to hands
And knees trying to think.
She was gone I knew.
They’d taken her while

Others held me away.  I
Fought but they were too many.
Someone smashed my mind
And I went down.  I looked
About, found my knapsack
And the gun.  Too small for
This but something, and my knife.

The lights swam as I drove.
Where did they take her? 
I wound down into the darkness
Shut off the engine and waited.
The moon came out.  The dogs
Whimpered.  I’d forgotten
Them.  We needed to get back.

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