She wasn’t dreaming partial dreams.
Red leaves
Fell,
Glimmering,
Over a red valley.
Why?! The snow sticks
To the ground.
Stick people crowd
Downtown
Mardi Gras parades.
Faded jeans.
Blast through
Midnight air
Stare
Gently they go down
Gently they go sleeping.
Gently.
Fish swim.
Mourning doves flock to
Old church ceilings-
Why,
O cry me out of Jordan,
Cry me rivers,
Rushing waters, cold.
Sentences are proverbs-
John.
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