Every night, my husband wishes me “Sweet Dreams!” To which I occasionally respond with the wished-for contents of my night’s dreaming. And so, tonight…
“Sweet Dreams of Caterpillars”
My caterpillars are green and smooth and sport a little horn
in back that curls forward. As they saunter forth, left feet, right feet,
then left again, their horns sway up and down, and back and forth,
marching to the different beats of all too many drummers.
The remainder of the Writing201:Poetry poems are now on my Quilted Poetry (WP) blog.