Love Is A Dream, by Barbara Young

Love Is a Dream
By Barbara Young

She dreams and, clumsy as an axe,
drops her name on a looking glass,
shattering the sky with lightning.

Love is an immense gray cat,
spike-full of shocks. It crackles,
and rubs against the hills,

purring thunder,
to splinter her.

The sky will settle and rain.
The mirror will be whole again,
but love is frightening.

Barbara Young is aging without grace in Middle Tennessee. She thinks she’d like to be a poet if she grows up, but won’t bet on it. Her blogs went South for the winter holidays, may now be in Cuba.


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