COINCIDENCE

Recently I wrote a little fantasy about a girl who opens up a lemonade stand. The ending surprised me, as she ends up with five dollars, which she takes home and puts under her pillow. Then I receive your Sundance flyer, which has a subscription rate of five dollars and also the suggestion to place it under my pillow. I'm putting the two together. Perhaps this is the beginning of something.

I'm sending along a poem that came from a dream. Many of my dreams become poems. I do not even understand them. I just write them down.

Dream Song

Old woman

Cradled in feathers

Or seated at your working desk

No matter what environment

Surrounds

You stand out.

 

Wise woman

Writing characters

Like an ancient painter

Brushing all your lovely words

Beneath

The waters

 

The Blue Boy

Suspended in air

Hanging so plainly in front of you

Showing me all the Gainsborough

Details, of success

 

Misty muse

Changing form blithely

Before my very eyes and no's

How can you speak of images

To me?

I am still sleeping.

 

Diane Warner

Woodside, California