In every animal’s dream, there is a

     blueness– a place where water

meets sky in the way that lover

          meets lover.

In the meadow, two deer meet

nose to nose, telling each other

how the forest will end.

          How very quiet.

Between each day, the dreams

become bluer– a line strung

between the trees and sun.

          A bitterness sweetens

     when the moon comes up.