Northern Meridian

I review the dreams/of as loved one/who makes money/ as she sleepwalks./I’m sorting out/ my own slumbers/as she gobbles breakfast,/she answers phone calls/we vanish in the clearing./When I close my grey eyelids,/still wide awake,/I draw big cats on bleached walls/ housepainters will paint them in different colors./In our two tone house/peacocks will fan out by cedars/they stream in series/in volleys of streamers./Alone, outside once more,/I enter deep sleep easy /hoping to be richer.

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