No gardens exist?

Posted: October 21, 2014 in art, photography, poetry
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I saw a garden in my dream…

 

warm rain turning the soil into mud

soaking a bird’s nest in a jasmine shrub

and wetting gravel on the garden path

shiny like glassy eyes of dead carp

 

I wake up to see reality tower over me

wearing a white lab coat full of solemnity

and regret opening my eyes just to find out

the time of my psychoanalytic session is up

 

through a park of paper trees

they lead me back to my cell

on an island in a concrete sea

everybody knows no gardens exist

 

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Comments
  1. Anna Solun says:

    Adequate to the current stage of my life…sigh. Hugs to you 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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