Ghazal on a Dream About a Sinking Car

I was marching in the barefoot night for you.
Never wondered if it was alright with you.

We’d been driving out along a forest road
When the darkness melted into light and you

Turned around to show me what your face was like.
I was hearing fog. And to the right, where you

Sat beside the driver, glass was filling the
Windows like a casserole. To fight it, you

Turned into another body—mine—and rolled
Down the gate to get out. It was tight. Then you

Disappeared beneath the bubbling surface. I
Marched in barefoot dreams to find the sight of you

Lost among the paddies and the dragonflies,
Fiery eyes turned skyward from the night of you.

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