In This Dream I Believe I Flew Near You
Among Your Orange Trees in Andalusia
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
He dreamed he learned to fly, first levitate,
Then fly across his father’s property.
He left behind, below in air-swoop skate
As swirling as on a grasshopper ski,
But better than that beast because no wings
Were needed. In the dream the flyer swerved
Around beside the father’s workplace. Swings
And soars lead on to orange grove aisles, green curved.
Perfume of orange blossom hymn filled in
The spaces in between the trees and dream
And innocence avoiding adult sin
