I dream
I’m kissing Jack Kerouac
a cat jumps on my face
my lightsabre
points to the dark side
Yoda rolls his eyes
a blue egg
I wonder could it hatch
in the cold nest of my hand
I Want That Cactus
with the yellow flowers
that grow from the well
inside itself
it lives down the road
where ghosts roll around
like leaves
they get to touch it
I bet they go in that room
the one with the satin rope
bounce on the plastic
chew a bit
on the table grapes
I ask them
to do a night dig for me
then drop it on my steps
I head out
in the morning
barefoot
all the leaves are laughing
Sharon Ferrante is a Witch living in Daytona Beach, with her husband and 6 cats, in love with poetry. Her work has appeared in many journals and anthologies. Her debut collection launched in April 2022, “The Choir of Crickets” from Hybrid Sequence Media.
Lovely poem! And I wonder too...Will the egg hatch?
ReplyDeleteDelightful and fun!!!
ReplyDeleteFabulous poems my friend. That cactus one in particular knocks me out!
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