Monday, September 14, 2009

learning to swim

in the dream i am learning to swim and the water is icy cold.

i think of a woman who walked out into the water and what it meant for her when a bird sang.
there is a salvation army marching band and i wear a cream dress.

i don't want to hear that trumpet any longer.

1 comments:

  1. Wow- what a moving and powerful poem- and what a dichotomy between the woman hearing the bird sing and the speaker not wanting to hear the trumpet... wow.
    I love this one, Kerri.
    x
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