Annandale Dream Gazette
Poets' Blog of Dreams
Friday, January 8, 2010
I’m alone on my back in a field
. A low-flying, slow-moving goose stops directly above me. I close my eyes. When I open them, I see the blind-hungry face of an owl. I show him my hands to prove I’m not dead. His blink is a nod. He moves on.
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