GRAVEL
In the dream I am trying to write
a poem about gravel.
A seven year old girl comes up
and asks if she can write it. I say yes
I like sand and pretty stones
but gravel can be bad news
like when you get some in your shoes
And like sometimes on the highway
when it jumps up from tires of big trucks
and makes stars in our brand new window
and mommy says words that I don’t know
You can make castles out of sand