Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Dream Tripping

After I drift into sleep,
the mind
now set free,
throws outlandish fits
popping out things
in tiny fragments of
uprooted old scripts
battling with trifles
provoking longing for
vacant rooms, windsongs,
deserted loves, and
roads with sinkholes that
wrap their tenacious roots
around my feet
exposing my past
to the light of the moon

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Prompt: April 4--fitful sleep