COVID Dreams in April 2020i



Glass house, crystals dangle

violet sparks, iris

I am blind

except for elated scent

a trail of overtone

a nuance

I catch the indigo in

a cornea by feel,



Moist like citrine

a clash of saffron

you alone

in your swayback chair

behind glass walls.



I knock and knock again,

knock and knock again

You stare ahead at

crystals dangling, dazzling

a fractured lens

a dilated pupil

I knock



5 thoughts on “COVID Dreams in April 2020i”

  1. As always, thoughtful and inspirational. Isn’t it great to dream? That’s something one cannot take away, no matter what.
    Love you, Carrie.


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