Dream Ghost

By TRACEY GASS RANZE
Posted 3/16/22

Last week drove reckless as I saw

war tanks on a borderline, a shot

on YouTube like a reorder-sign

a shock, I call confusing

smothers me and I want to sleep  

There are tanks …

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Dream Ghost

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Last week drove reckless as I saw

war tanks on a borderline, a shot

on YouTube like a reorder-sign

a shock, I call confusing

smothers me and I want to sleep  

There are tanks and helicopters

There is Russia’s misled army

- warlords come, incise up crazy

              

This rashness throws anchor to my dream…

    Maybe it’s the last century?

Now? Could it make a difference?

Hearing bullets rain down trees

I look up, calm in my reverie

                     

I catch marching treads slinging mud

In place of antique bullet spray

My flight-goggles blood-smeared

and I can’t see the light of day

 

Then I’m at a water spring

and wipe my glasses clear before

a sunbeam strikes me round

to see a quiet meadow where

a cozy dwelling can be found, now

I hear a song in sky of prayer

    - a Russian song I used to know

                      

Gliding along a stone walkway

I rap three drumbeats on the door

I holler out a blue hello

then enter as a neighbor would

                      

Inside a mother slowly rocks

sings Sleep My Beauty lullaby

her infant baby on her breast

two toddlers playing on the floor

                 

I inquire, Garden-Mother

Just who do you mean to be?

She smiles, for now a throng has gathered

answers, I am Anne Frank’s lost dream.

poem, Ukraine

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