Northern forest without any flags <br />Or women <br />Where women are like flags, but <br />There are no summits <br />For either of them to start out <br />And to arise: <br />Just a forest of absurd and devil <br />Worshiping Indians, <br />And no roads over that wilderness: <br />And no roads in the sky: <br />In fact nothing here evaporates: <br />The climates of the shoals keep their <br />Armor, <br />The grottos keep the advertisings of <br />Their ilk, <br />No mermaids- no sea horses- <br />The green atolls are only mirages, <br />And beyond them, not a single wave: <br />But the forest <br />That sleeps alone except for the Indians <br />Who sleep inside of her <br />Whose dreams no one ever told.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-indians-who-sleep-inside-of-her/
