Sunday 22 March 2009

Careless Dreams

She dreamed of snow, but when it came
so did the telephone call.
The fields quilted in a delicate blanket
were just the way she'd imagined,
their soft fluffiness mocking her
as she battled through the morning traffic
to the place where her husband lay
upside down in a twisted metal cage,
no longer dreaming.

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