Dancing in His Dreams
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         She found John sleeping with Matilda on his breath.
         That witch has twitched him, surely she will be his death.
         He is so callow, weak as water-swollen dams,
         and he will break to mortar if her winter slams

         his damaged dykes.  Matilda dances in his dreams
         tonight; her tripping steps erode his brain.  Her schemes
         will snatch him, switch John's fallow mind again while he
         is sleeping, sleeping like she'll never set him free.


				Karen Tellefsen
				kat2@mindspring.com

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