after reading Cui Yuwei #3 ‘A Mid-Autumn Dream’ in Response to Tricia Dearborn's First Post and Cui Yuwei #2-A Translation of Kevin Brophy’s ‘Kangaroo’
at noon, at two.
At twelve we missed the moon.
We had plenty to do, comings and goings.
We read, wrote, washed dishes
well, not washed them.
Packed the dishwasher
unpacked it
at noon, again at at two.
Passersby didn’t stop
and I think I mentioned
we missed the kangaroo.
Ate an almost perfect pear
replied, redirected, sighed
and dreamed we hopped.
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