Strophe vernal thus is…low repose awe slay poems feet.

    Undulanthades

                 In waking hours of lost attention to pillows of fro

st and moon.  Light windows through to sheets smooth and up

set. A dream frog slapping its wet belly against the sudden sid

ewalk, and then the forest wakes in shimmering long oaks b

ending in wind moves and I don’t want to walk away from thi

s dream and wake up falling asleep in your car trying to find it

again.

© Toby E. Baldwin