“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

8.11.2010

i drove home last night in the late twilight,

my headlights reflected like fairy blossoms in the windows i passed;
there were bicyclists on the hill near home,
they headed up the other side,
me just beginning the downward slope toward them;
the red reflectors on the bicycles' back fenders
looked like christmas ornaments against the darkened road.

and i remembered
there are christmas trees in the jeep's backseat.
two. white.
one there since the end of january,
one there since sometime in spring.
when later i fell asleep,
i buried a poem deep in a dream of snow,
wrapped in winter light and red and silver paper.
i awoke to the august heat,
relentless against the windowpanes
but i swear i heard bells jingling in the distance.

11 comments:

  1. the pictures you paint, cool thoughts that make me read and leave and come back again. this photo that says surreal. these words that say escape, tomorrow,
    promise. a gift.

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  2. Putting that last paragraph in my "quote book"...All that excellent literature is seeping into your DNA! `;-}

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  3. Swimming in time... Lovely post...

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  4. quiet brilliance against the reflection .. this time of the day is so rich yet soft...

    i LOVE your dream ..but know reality ;))

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  5. Lovely. Especially liked "fairy blossoms" for its unexpectedness.

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  6. Oh my goodness...magical words Debi. And the jingling really is not that far away...eeek... :)

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  7. It's hard to believe when the days are so HOT that Christmas is four and a half months away. Your words always appear to me as images.

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  8. Wow - this deserves to be published somewhere so more people can be so moved by your words.

    I feel your sorrow.

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  9. i bet your dreams are amazing and fantastical.

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  10. I'm so glad you don't follow the rules. (not that the august break thingie had any rules, but you know what I mean...)
    These beautiful words needed releasing.

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