I Keep Having The Same Dream (Pantoum)
A poem by C. Cavanaugh

I Keep Having The Same Dream (Pantoum)

I keep having the same dream.
Every one of us is laughing.
No one knew it could be like this.
We’re all honey and kind melons.

Laughter opens us, each one.
Our bodies break into dahlias.
Melons honey kindness through us.
We are lush vines wreathing ripe words.

Our bodies blossom dahlias.
Peaches and berries flower us.
Word vinings ripen to lush wreaths. 
Fronds of grass sweep open spilled limbs.

Flowerberries peach for us.
We laugh and spin and sloop and turn.
Sweeps spill frond limbs over grasses.
Larkspur trails and paths of yarrow.

Spinning sloops us, laughs, and turns.
No one knew it could be like this.
Trails yarrowing through larkspur paths.
I keep having the same dream.

About the Author:

C. Cavanaugh writes poetry and flash fiction in the desert area east of Los Angeles, California.

She has work published or forthcoming in various online magazines, including Flash Fiction Magazine, reedsy.com, witcraft.org, and The Heduan Review.

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