Dreams


I lift the corner of carpet and unveil
a sheet of ice coating a second carpet -
squatting on it like a slug. A cuff reveals
its laundry-bag plastic, its outdoor
crisp-packet in a puddle ...

and a few strands of thread.
I replace it.

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Just like millions of New Yorkers
you're not sick but
before you go out, wrap your leg in newspaper
and then clingfilm

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'Far far away, a train whistle blows
Strangers are singing on our lawn'
Tom Waits, 'Take it with me'

A Raymond Carver front lawn.

Cats and dogs don't like hats.