Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Feathers


When I awoke this morning,
my arms were tired. And I was glad,
because I had been so sure
of wing.


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The Thing About Strawberries: 31 Dreams


Update:
In the Forum: when Proust comes home to roost.

8 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

Very good. I have mornings after flying all night in my dreams wondering if my wings have returned to arms. Some mornings I'm a little disappointed.

William Michaelian said...

Yes, I know just what you mean. Thanks, Anthony.

Wine and Words said...

I've had some horrible nightmares of late. Woke petrified...so glad to discover the screams had been useless artifacts of fiction. So wierd how my voice is actually hoarse.

William Michaelian said...

Bright or dark, it seems we live them vigorously. Useless? I think not. Some bridges are better crossed in our sleep.

~im just only me~ said...

This made me hopeful this morning :) Thanks!

William Michaelian said...

Good to hear, Cassie. Thank you!

ALeks said...

How lovely this is!!

William Michaelian said...

Thank you!