I DREAM IN DAYLIGHT

Close eyes under shadowy trees
Dappled light plays across my face
Chapel bells jangle inside head
Motor boats plough on through the lake
Lizards skitter over the path
Warm sun on rheumatic back,
Scent of Borromean jasmine,
Ice cubes bob in a glitter spritz,
Children laugh and dance on the street,
Mountains beyond turn pink at night,
Pompeiian puppet show still bright,
All this from a dream in daylight,
Rain falls, eyes open, I’m  in Wales.

Harry Rogers, revised in the yellow room, 23rd January 2021

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