What Rough Beast | Poem for March 26, 2018

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 JournalThe Examined Life, Rock & Sling, The Northern Virginia Review, and elsewhere.

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