by Allan Safarik
Saskatchewan, Canada

A long deep rut on a snowy field
sun in the afternoon fades away
a few crows stroke across the sky
the temperature drops into darkness

Overhead the star map glitters
into time's oval shaped mirror
birth light or death beam reflections?
cold rushes through the glass

The dream, a thin shadow
moves into the nostalgic well
in the unconscious landscape
fish nibble the dappled shade

Woke up in the frigid morning
every blue object frozen solid
the sad unremembered dream
trapped under ice in deeper water

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