by John Swain
Her rings tremble like leaves
while necklaces hang from a nail.
I swallowed diamonds
when she closed her eyes.
Distances between night and day
fade like sugar
in a glass of water.
Visions confuse our tongues,
blue shadows flood the room.
I imagine quiet sleeping,
I imagine children climbing
magnolia leaves in jubilee.
March 5, 2010
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