I Wrote Down a Dream Based on a Poem I Had About You
pocketing it before slithering sun could notice.
I wish I could breathe out
flower stalk residue you glued to my lungs.
It tugs on vocal chords
when drums of August
come pounding down hometown’s hill.
With a grin, I’d cry at cracked pottery and moonlit playgrounds.
With a newly freed wrist,
I’d carve out thickets claiming my hair;
becoming a wild branch.
I’d ask to meet you on the road behind Haven Stakes Park.
But if earth caught word,
it would slam my gas pedal.
Glass from your windshield
would coat a path to my bruised thighs.
I’d reach out, hand cracks still bloody,
only to see you fade into smoke you cough up.
River dam, too dry to hurl a sob.
Kelli Lage lives in the Midwest countryside with her husband, and their dog, Cedar. Lage is currently earning her degree in Secondary English Education and works as a substitute teacher. Lage states she is here to give readers words that resonate. Awards: Special Award for First-time Entrant, Lyrical Iowa.