By Ralph Earle
How we struggle to frame our dreams
in language not entirely familiar, dreams
of finding the way by car to the gathering,
or rolling secretly off a train
headed to the wrong town.
These dreams emerge from where the spirit
lives its silent life, their images struggle for the
words to make themselves real, words like
el viaje the journey, la ombra the shadow,
y lo mismo, ever the same.
| Copyright © 2014 by Ralph Earle |
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