Monday poem

Listen here 


I dreamt of you

last night


a gentle dream

where we were lying


in a field of flowers:


kaleidoscope of nature

that you’d seamed,


a reclaimed rosary

of faith,


from broken bottles

shattered heartbeats


life’s landfill.


You had a question

on your lips


a question mark

of hope


of things that we

might be


places to be seen

hours of unchained




You had a question

& it seems,


it’s maybe time

to ask it.


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