Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

there is a country road
edged with egg
Joe King lives there
writing mortal poems
in yellow ink
he has unbounded admiration
for Japanese literature
& dreams of women long dead
Joe's dog sleeps
at the foot of his chair
Joe reaches down to scratch
the animal's head
& wonders what dogs chase
through their dreams
then he straightens up
fingers on the keyboard
releasing various images
including one of ice age america
Joe shapes the spearhead himself
the smoke from his campfire
hanging in the air

a pretty poem
the dreams of women long dead
haunt me still

got one or two of those myself