Friday, October 20, 2023

October 20, 2020 Peter, Dreaming

                                               Ross Gay                                                            


 

 

Peter, Dreaming

 

Say this is the architecture of a dream. The square frame of night in an empty parking lot. A horizontal resistance. The lines between darkness cut by an arc of tall lights.
 Not a star left.

No wait. Say there is a single car. 
A boy sleeping the deepest sleep inside, maybe dreaming.

 

Listen, later. A phone ringing and ringing. (a person just waking up) "wind in the distance."

A rush of starlings fills the sky before a storm moves into the title.

 

But suppose a sheet of sunlight slices back through the shadows. Maybe it is the still time of dusk in the hours before.

Say she approaches the car and taps on the glass. A window opens. The boy looks up.

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