Sunday, August 17, 2014

Mag #233: Watery Dreams

Prairie locked, we longed for boats and sails
gliding steadily across the sea.
Buried in drifting snow we conjured 
calming seas and great ships with purpose.
Our dreams were born on slippery
sleds and sliding skis, through clouds
of frozen breath, the air snapping cold. 
In our furs, stamping our feet, we
dreamed our watery dreams.

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