Dream Reconveyed 1
A dream of night-eyed beavers
Three or more of them aflame –
Their carnival-treat tails scuffled 'cross
Busted blocks of 20th century concrete –
Buck-tooth’d spits and hisses drowned
In the sound of falling timber –
Conveyed in the hellish glow
Of the mammals' nostrils and eye sockets –
Untamed, pelts blackened by wildfire,
The colony'd reclaimed one of Man’s broken dams –
And backed me down the bone-dry spillway
Till my heels met the littered riverbed –
And so I remember the smell of mud and smoke
Regardless of whether I was ever there ~
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