Dream by Adam Parry

Red bright in my beautiful dream, a snow queen
long locked-
our eyes met across the the ice cream counter
a green bag over her shoulders
of plastic and lace
her face unmarred unfleckled.
She sleep-walks to work. dreams her own dreams
counting foot-prints in the snow.
I left when I left her behind.
Perhaps this snow queen will come to me as
I sleep in beauty.

Weeding by Adam Parry

WEEDING

Pulling out the weeds this work, unpaid, unseen

in the garden of my mind.

I let the cherry blossoms bloom

by  the tall grass growing to the edge of

the sea.

The painters In the rapeseed fields

wave a silent greeting as I weed until all perfection is regained.