What?? Only a couple of days left? Thank you for the poems! They have been grand. I have looked forward to them! May your dreams be sweet and dear and inspire you to go on... Marlena in Missouri Today's offering: The Leaves Of A Dream Are The Leaves Of An Onion Red oak leaves rustle in the wind. Inside a dream, you dream the leaves scattered on dirt, and feel it as an instance of the chance configuration to your life. All night you feel red horses galloping in your blood, hear a piercing siren, and are in love with the inexplicable. You walk to your car, find the hazard lights blinking: find a rust-brown knife, a trout, a smashed violin in your hands. And then you wake, inside the dream, to find tangerines ripening in the silence. You peel the leaves of the dream as you would peel the leaves off an onion. The layers of dream have no core, no essence. You find a tattoo of a red scorpion on your body. You simply laugh, shiver in the frost, and step back into the world. Arthur Sze, from The Redshifting Web ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html