Jeremy's Dream

Janis Rapoport
From:   Jeremy's Dream. Press Porcepic, 1974

One by one we
enter Jeremy's dream along the equinox
sun's last rays as they spin out
four and twenty blackbirds
pecking at the clouds and
let us race their sunset colours as
they turn to chimney smoke
the smoke that Sara spilt -
this was the smoke that
escaped the house
that baked the pie the
first blackbird pie, counting now
one little two little three little
fire engines, red with white ladders, a
schoolbus schoolbus there goes a
cow with a crumpled horn
his dead sister Sara before she died
his namesake the prophet and
all which has
shall again some to pass take
London bridge, the falling crown, the garden's
summer trees, released from
red rain clouds' bellies, Jeremy, his Sara alive again,
all dancing upside down

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