Dream Ancestors

by Matt Spence

What did you want
to say
to us?

at the end of the
magician’s long
white scarf.

(The Age of Reason)
a few miles off
the interstate
a man worn down
by time fishing
just caught a
big carp.

Atoms will bring back
the night long
croak, croak
an empty palace
sitting in a
cart outside
keeping the
sky company
forever in
our brains.

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