the woman
with pebble eyes
and river blood
sings inside water
her dragonfly wing
whisper
brushes my ears
she needs
rain
the drought of her bones
is dry twigs
snapping
her mud skin
dries
in lines tracing
alphabets
I don’t read
the hurricane
stripped
her Spanish moss hair
she breaks
there is no one left
to tell it
all the witnesses
are dead
or refuse
to remember
***interesting dream.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
sounds like a very interesting dream and a pretty good poem
🙂 thanks, Ian! Rather surreal.
Makes me thirsty. 🙂
Me too 🙂
some dream! Vivid!
Thank you!