This morning I woke from a dream in which I read aloud a long poem to my best friend and her husband. We had been in just such a configuration seven years ago when I read aloud parts of my now-dispensed-with novel (practice!), and they read aloud parts of their now-happily-published books. Only a few lines of the poem have stayed with me:
Of Summer & Incantations
Of Summer & Incantations
Of Summer & Incantations
This morning I woke from a dream in which I read aloud a long poem to my best friend and her husband. We had been in just such a configuration seven years ago when I read aloud parts of my now-dispensed-with novel (practice!), and they read aloud parts of their now-happily-published books. Only a few lines of the poem have stayed with me: