Continuing the dream theme this evening.
Sheep
lost
wandered
from the
pasture
towards
a wire
fence
open in
sections
slipping
through.
Gravel and
tumbleweed
circling as
the eastern
wind rises
from the
canyon
miles across
the gorge
swallowing each.
A dream
each night
the canyon
endless,
I fall
through layer
after layer
murky clouds
sun vanishes.
