Dream poem 40: Floral Giraffe
I’ve sewn a floral giraffe,
a full size horse,
a lion
not the best stitching in the world
He pulls me up about it.
I’m sleep walking through my life
I miss some important stuff.
Photographing abstract patterns and shadows
Sea, clouds, buildings, shadows,
too engrossed to see I’m being pushed around and jostled by
unhelpful, anonymous people.
I’m purposely not looking
fixedly staring through the camera lens.
Assiduously ignoring the obvious,
Disregarding
avoiding –
Grief has obscured my vision.
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