The Day the Movers Came
- The Day the Movers Came
The dreams we fenced last night are gone.Usurpers dally on the lawn.A broken lamp, a wicker chair—are theseThe dreams we fenced? Last night is goneMy love—we cannot pleaseOur demons with the chairs we sit uponOr, on a floating carpet, take our easeIn dreams. We—fenced last night—are gone.Usurpers dally on the lawn. [End Page 51]
Footnotes
This poem originally appeared in Red Cedar Review, Vol. 8 Iss. 1, 1972.
