Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

Moving in a Dream

Moving in a Dream
As I moved along
the thawing fields,
silos rose up,
and red lights
flashed from on high,
as if in a dream
impossible to change.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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