A Path Of Scraggly Trees

What do I need poems for
Early in the morning
Waking up lucid
From a dream
Of last
Night
Picked
Up my tab
Run straight
Down a path of
Scraggly trees, on
Bare feet, catching my
Breath, words come tumbling
Into poem bins for safekeeping

by Doris Cornago

Comments (1)

Brother go on dreaming and writing poems, it's a nice poem with beautiful ending.