They sip on their wishes
as the rain gods switch name tags
back behind boxes and boxes of names
In the back room with dragons
the old men gather whispers,
secrets forgotten, as memories fade
When onto some station of rumours and ages,
a train shows up crowded with wishes of gold
They drink to their wishes, to new names and fortunes
then send out lost postcards that each wrote alone
With every last letter forgiven away
Draped in a blanket of forever stamps
They send them to places that people forget,
secure in the hands of sleepwalking angels
They kiss them along for a journey of memories
This moment of dreamers, a banquet of movements,
a dance around breakfast in a strange folded bed
Some say that the heart of a god craves both paper
and people, and people of paper, and paper for people
For letters and memories are all that you’ve slept on,
and even awake, you hunger for pillows,
wishing somebody really had not eaten your egg
Elan Radousky enjoys writing poetry, juggling objects, and most types of fruits and vegetables. His poems have appeared in Eunoia Review, Right Hand Pointing, and One Sentence Poems. Some of Elan’s poetry (and comics) can be discovered over at his website.
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