Follow the moon
What sieve
will distill a dream?
A thing of moment
intimated,
but confounded
by dictionary devils.
Enticing in its grey distance,
alluring in its apple wholeness,
it follows like a moon.
One wakes
to the knives of morning,
mourning the loss of the thing.
Struck dumb,
as it were.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
