The Right Column

 
the last poem
was such a bummer
that I have very
quickly provided 
something
less dreadful


memories
of
a morning 
dream
late
in the day

At the 
crack
of dawn
I woke
from the dream
on the lake
with Lucas
saying
"So do you
have a 
script
for me?"

He drives
the boat
along the lake
and I ask him,
after explaining
that I have a
script
but not his script,
I ask him,
as we view
the sculpted cliffs
and the shimmering
lake
"do you
ever point
you camera
at something
just because 
it's pretty?"

His silence 
says that
he does.
and then
I awoke.

1 Oct
2008
-BP