Last night my husband went to a meeting. I was going to use the time to clean up the studio but instead I got engrossed in some collage poetry. Oh well.
Here is the one that I finished. I have others in a state of creation and so – the studio may wait for its cleaning a little longer.
Is It Only a Dream
the shadows and I
walked back through the cold night
dreamy after dinner,
The future very slender, very narrow,
invisible by daylight
alive in a portrait painted by the mist