I have dreamed of a flight. And I have dreamed of

your silks strewn about the bedroom.

Along a pier, some mother;

and her fifteen years breast-feeding an hour.

I have dreamed of a flight. A “forever and ever”

whispered on the ladder to a prow;

I have dreamed of a mother;

some fresh sprigs of greenery,

and the aurora-constellated trousseau.

Along a pier …

And along a throat that is drowning!