Int.  Polly's Dream

Not in a large sense     but a hopeful one
all creatures gathered on her lap
she doesn't believe in prayer

thinks it's selfish
there is always more to do on a
planetary level

She doesn't mind if she can't see
     just as long as the salt
water washes her clean

She listens to him breathing and
wishes he would stop
being the indication of her
     faltering youth

As if something will come to her that
doesn't sting          she keeps ordering

pancakes and marshmallow pie
exotic to her means oranges from California

maybe my dream colors outside the lines
     but I think the light is green