Three Poems Sprung From The Same Dream

1. Sanity

I sat all day
carving away
at a dream
breaking it
into this world,
carefully.

One stroke too many
will kill it.


2. Photography

If only I could
find my camera
to frame you
in the perfect light
while the miracle
surrounds your face.

I don't have the tool
to stop time.


3. My Visionary Neighborhood

I do not trust
the neighbors
with their upstanding
Hieronymus Bosch faces.

The streets
are filled with
bird beaks
dunce caps
and fire.

                                                                                   � Don Schaeffer

Loch Raven Review Spring 2006 — Vol. 2, No. 1
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