Saturday

river 2012 - 7

Dream date

It's not going to work between me and Gerard Butler despite the way he hugs me, rocks me with his enthusiasm, his smile. Even though he turns away his ex-girlfriend who turns up in a gold lamé negligee. Even though he has a male assistant called Mitzi with a bald head.

He has four dogs. He feeds them on broken biscuits and crackers. His house is a warren of tunnels and secret doors. And the forest fire is getting closer, flames wrapping the hillside, running down towards the edge of the lake, which may save us, or may not. His father was Spanish, he says quietly as we leave the house with only a picnic basket.

new year
a dead conifer leans
across the lane

3 comments:

  1. It's clearly the season for dreams - I wrote of mine at http://sixsentences.ning.com/profiles/blogs/bourbon-dreaming
    but I would have enjoyed your dream too.

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  3. Hi Sandra - thanks for commenting. I read yours too (couldn't comment because they're restricted). This dream haibun thing is becoming a bit of a habit with me!

    Thank you Wholesale Printing : )

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