and one more time she
appeared and appearances
count for something especially when
they occur in a dream during a long night’s dalliance
when restoration of the mind is essential and
tensions melt away not accumulate; but she moved
through the night doing odd things as characters who inhabit dreams often do; and though the details now elude me; shattered by dawn; shredded by sunlight; the concept of her returns once again; and hangs as sultry translucent threads swaying willy-nilly in
disturbing nonsense
©Karen Casady 2018
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