Sue Ellis is having separate dreams

THE NEIGHBOR

She pedals when
she could coast–
bingo, potluck,
food bank volunteer.
Stopping by our house,
she recites her
itinerary for the day –
cheeks rouged –
had muesli, no doubt,
for breakfast.

We turn the burner
down low –
politely listen –
try to keep
the guilty bacon warm
until she's gone.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

SEPARATE DREAMS

Sleep comes
and separates us
like children
who've
misbehaved.

We communicate
in secret code
with twitching fingers,
waiting for morning
where we merge
again, like
beads of mercury
from a vintage
thermometer.


* Sue Ellis
lives and writes near Spokane, Washington. Her short stories and poetry
have appeared here and there. She knits socks, too, with less limited
appearances.

2 comments

  1. I enjoyed both of these poems' strong images and upbeat subjects.
    Pat Johnson

  2. Sleep comes, and seperates us, like children, who've, misbehaved.
    Love it!!

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