On West Depew

On west Depew

On west Depew

Behind the stone wall

In the pink house

Of stucco the

Dreams

Grew.

            Small and hard hate currants, shiny

            Still in memory those bad

            Dreams were. Night howls of mad

            Dogs and brittle men.

The other dreams were berried in day

Light.  Silly giggles on the head

Of the couch,

Looking across to a decorative

Mirror, singing

And preening our

Hearts out.

            We peopled plants

            Of dreams and ourselves

            In them.  Nice places

            Where kind teachers let

            You be somebody else

            (a fervent ever dream)

like our novel chirpings in our kind of

twin chatter

we believed in our

babblings

and still do.