David Dixon
Revolution (You Say You Want)
In the night my dream
is of an unfamiliar feeling.
For which I had no word.
So I kept it in a vase.
Curious flower,
arranged for show,
then pressed
deep
within the pages
of my holy book.
Withered testament.
For I would not learn
its water,
could not seek its sun.
David Dixon is a physician, poet, and musician who lives and practices in the foothills of North Carolina. His poetry has appeared in LIGHT Journal, The Examined Life, Rock & Sling, The Northern Virginia Review, and elsewhere.
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