reverie # 19

by horace p sternwall

picture by rhoda penmarq

it's never time to turn the page it's always time to blow some gage don't worry about anything the telephone will never ring the landlord's footsteps softly fall disappearing down the hall outside the windswept raindrops sweep across the street's eternal deep nothing else will ever be this is the reality the book falls from the dreamer's hand blue waves on blue and silver sand no prophet, hierophant or sage tells it truer than righteous gage