I spotted a bear in the adjacent garden
and left the wedding plans to the pros.
In Europe, I sought pastries and passed
some women in bridal gowns head-butting
their wedding cakes.
My man was lost in a funhouse, his sobbing
and sadness reflected in the mirrors, and when
I arrived at his side to embrace him, he smiled
when he saw me and me and me and me.
And yet the inevitable walking away, inevitable
as dawn.
Looking for bears, perhaps, only to run scared
when they pursue.
(translated from the language of dreams)
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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