a momentary
eye to eye
with a dream-catcher
yielding, turning angle
feathers once ruffled
gently lift
the breeze teases
flutters and quivers
as it weaves stubbornly
in a draught of day dreams
dancing trees
bring fruit to chimes
violently staying in tune
at time tamed the storm
when the hand of mother
nature struck and grieved
a dream-catcher falls
like an empty can
to lay bare
of wish and whim
a floor, a wall
a hand, an eye restored
to allow a momentary
glance, for an eye to eye,
to catch a love poem
!gda
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