Works and Days
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Apocryphal Dream Poetry
On my last night in Lisbon, I dreamt that I was reading my friend's blog and that she had updated it — after a long silence — with this poem. It could be straight out of the Greek Anthology.
The shepherd Meanderos climbed the mountain crags
following the tracks of errant sheep.
Sudden storms caught him near the peaks
now he is lost, wandering alone in the trackless snow.
August 28, 2016
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