Sunday, April 30, 2017

Blue jeans and

In the waking part of my dream, I’m on my knees in old blue jeans, planting flowers. In the sleeping part, I crumble sweet-aromatic soil in my hand, and, like a wise old chocolatier of a man, hold it up to the nose of my friend, and say to him then, “This, tells us everything.”


Jonathan Chant said...

Lovely writing, rich as the earth.

William Michaelian said...

I’m glad you find it so, Jonathan. Thank you.