recurring dream—
I tell myself
I’m
not superstitious
Wai Mei Wong
tumbleweeds
pile against the fence
howling
wind
Janet Ruth
*
in
my dream
he climbs a ladder
saying
goodbye
Janet Ruth
gusting winds
our laundry entangled
just
as our lives
David Josephsohn
*
empty pages
every moment begs
to
be written
David Josephsohn