Like Dickinson, That Flirt

1.
Memories are dreams-
Dreams collected, scribed
In back rooms of brains
Pulled out of boxes-
Boxed reality, now-
More real than That
Which I cannot capture
With my broken butterfly net-
The candlelit dreams
Revel over me-
Reality flutters

2.
Broken seadollars- swallowed sandbars-
Padding particle footprints-
Where- When-
Have you been?
The past has prepared you- For me
As though you knew-
I would be here- My soul,
You are here
The shells and husks are bound to me

3.
I had a dream, one night-
We were back again
Soft-visioned- soft feet
Pacing on the sand plains
Of Popham-
Grey wisps of living water-
Brushing whispered souls
Heads bowed down-
And up to search for coins
Architecture of sand
Yelling silently-
With- Of- joy
"We're rich now"