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“Last night I dreamed of Manderly again”

 

Last night I dreamed of Manderley again.

A passage marked by a flower, a hidden screen

That neither player managed to navigate.

I sat next to you for a minute. Then you went

On to another stage. I’m not about

To embrace an ancient faith or serve

My emperor. I don’t even have an emperor.

Sweet kisses of distraction, sweet release

Of sleep. My notes assembled in the corner.

The things I thought I heard you say might not

Match up with your reality. Can I blame you?

For a second or two, the armor melted

Into a psychic rose. I called out in the stillness,

And I was still, unknowing, the thing you made.

from LucindaFind more by John Beer at the library

Copyright © 2016 John Beer
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in John Beer Poems

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