Rent my dream in half; <br />Tip of a horseapple branch, <br />Projected into the steep plane of my sleep. <br /> <br />Falling green fruits, sailing along southerly winds; <br />Tales I gather into the hem of my nightgown, <br />Of fake apples never offered to Eve. <br /> <br />And snakes grown huge, with bulbous middles, <br />Sprouting thorny trees, from their many camouflage eye sockets, <br />And horses rearing up, at the sight of snakes. <br /> <br />Suddenly the sun peers in, just beside the fluttering curtain; <br />Snakes and horses dearticulating rapidly <br />Back into leaf patterns, spiraling onto the wall of morning.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-of-a-morning/
