she’s waving

by theuglyearring

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I used to tell you my dreams.
Last night I saw a woman sitting in a dark bus–
In the dream, she’s weeping, the bus she’s on
Is moving away. With one hand
She’s waving; the other strokes
An egg carton full of babies.

image: clemson clay nest

poem: siren by louise gluck

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