IV

AND if we dream.
Quietly as though
the babbling brook
demands so.

AND there by the trees
a hobble-knobble
moon goes telling
sweet thoughts.

WITH pine in air
and stiff nipples
expectations like dreams
touching goals.

There are no impossibilities
just fears and blocked roads
by brain we the insane
mostly never overcome.

:: 09-30-2017 ::

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