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Issue # 1 March 2010
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Joan Page-Durante


I Used to Dream of Men With Pretty Faces

I used to dream of men with pretty faces
Rescue, redemption, rejection were frequent themes
There was heat in these encounters
Always transient,
Like the fullness of the leaves in spring
Now, in the autumn of my life
I dream different dreams,
Cooler dreams
Dreams that elude remembering
And mimic my waking hours
I make no judgment
As dreams require no decree, no assignation
Still, I wonder
Do dreams know the season?
Do they know my age?