...in the dream

there were lots and lots of avenues,
people with powdered faces 
larger than life hair,
or no hair at all.
pushing around at two-thirds their height,
crouching with red lips and joy in their heart.
"stand up. walk through the avenue and meet the guests."

i needed a nap.

cleverly we tumble along

Beside the moonlit sidewalk,
lay grass, gravel, and my shadow,
slinging the light and
resting each step in my memory, keeping count.

I reached over to a door handle and let in a sprite.
Only,
it was not me who unhitched the latch.
The culprit was the shadow.

image by Frantisek Drtikol