Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Night


Nut trees where peach trees
once had been, in rows
a quarter-mile
long;

a vineyard after harvest,
near a roadside where
the boy once
walked;

night, still dreaming in his bed,
shaken from his pocket
by the hand
of God.



2 comments:

Jan said...

To visit one's childhood home in their dreams, night or day...this is what your wonderful words say to me, William~

I am so happy that you like my newest blog...thank you, William :))

William Michaelian said...

I do have an abiding interest, and love, for such things. Thank you, Jan.