In My Dreams You Are a Polar Bear

In my dreams you are a polar bear
walking in giant circles, demanding more
and more of everything. More fish, more snow, even more
giant circles. Suddenly, you are a wind-chime
chiming eagerly while
my grandmother bakes apple pies.
You are a jealous oven-mitt, an elegant parabola,
a tired cat, a loud obnoxious sunset. You are a thousand
little angry ants running back
and forth like a thousand little angry ants
without a map. You are a dying spider,
which is very sad of course, but maybe tomorrow
you'll be something else,
like a wedding dress or a fish. I've always thought
it might be nice to be a fish.

John A. Burton


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