Monday, January 24, 2011

Poem by Jack Brummet: The Recurring Dream




The Recurring Dream
By Jack Brummet

I drag my wooden leg
Up a shattered staircase,

Across sagging boards
On a crumbling porch.

Light filters in
Through banks of cloud and fog

Radiating in waves from
A cockeyed half moon.

I hear sounds
In the dark basement.

The door is locked.
I twist the knob.

The door groans open.
I take a deep breath and shuffle in.
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