photoart: ralph murre
Dreaming
No. 13
by
Linda Newman Woito
She
was in a flummery no a nunnery no
a
ramshackle house someone forgot to burn
last
century yes that's where she was in each
and
every dream she remembered that week
and
the farm was there in snow and the prairies
were
there and Holstein cows were there needing
milking,
and she was there in her high-wader
boots
plowing through cow-dung, and isn't that
the
way it is, isn't that the way.
~
first published in The Pen Woman
