Poetry: “Dream Farm”

Since everyone loves poetry here is a poem about the affects of solar power on the human spirit.

Dream Farm

But each night since, a second moon stares upside-down into the bedroom. The sight never quite gets natural.

But each such night, I get the feeling upside down: I’m being watched; the sight so natural.

And upside-down I feel the seconds tickling up the stairs of stars and gazing into my mind, breaking the door

grazing on tubes of light ideas under the sun belt of transparency.

In bed, I wear a suit of ashes and plow the fields to build a better hat, in bed.