After the Long Winter

Some dreams need to die

so you can live without

Unfulfilment its worse 
than just Having nothing 
impossible impractical

expired dreams Need to go

If all they do Is ache

they need to be Extracted

like a sick tooth or broken
into a Million pieces and
scattered to the four

winds As dust and lost

like you'd Lose a tailgater or

Your patience for nonsense

shaken like you'd Shake a bad

bug or any Other sly microbe

That weaseled in uninvited or 

like You'd shake the drapes off

pretty somewhat but laden with

your Sloughed-off skin After 
the long winter.

Lorraine Robain


Photo - kites over Shanghai 2006