Voices

My voice bounced off of the face of the cliff
And stuck like a needle in a cloud.
The blackberry bushes growing there
Began singing songs of whirling dervishes
While speedboat turtles screamed the chorus.
A mother licked her kittens from slumber
And they took off into the sky like jet airplanes
Their engines purring.

This is the stuff of reality.
This is how dreams are made.

Rae Douglass
9-2000


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