Bright moon, above which icy universe expands.
Wind spoon—it’s ladling leaves below upon the land.
Stars loop, enhancing this unfurling of their light.
“We’re here too,” sing downy ducks afloof,
aloft as they trawl magic through the night.
Without fail, it seems to me, the things that
we dream—bubbling below the wake of woe—
are lovelier than anything we’ve seen.
And then it seems, sometimes, to me that
when we dream, we weave. We’re looming
both in frenzied struts and somewhat steady speeds.
and when we wear that tapestry—the fabric of
our dreams—we’re lovelier than anything we’ve seen.
About the Poet
Katy Santiff has written poetry in various forms all her life. A fan of meter and rhyme, she loves lines that hypnotize the reader with their sound. She believes in densely packed poems, preferring them to be mouthful when read aloud. A lifelong Marylander, she loves waterside living. She currently resides in Edgewater, Maryland. Her works have been published in Vita Brevis, Spillwords Press, and Uppagus Magazine.
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