by Sally Wiener Grotta
Too soon
The sun rises
Before the night-long dream resolves
Before we can eek meaning out of the ether.
No sunlight please
To burn away the shadows
Flatten the contrast between
Yes/No
Is/Is not.
To soon it is over
Curtains close
Against the day's glare
And the dream is lost.
Published on August 27, 2012 21:00