Issue 1:
Toy
Laura Snyder
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Fire Dreams
The laughing light deserted me,
they said the toys must be put away.
I knew toys must have room
to breathe. The summer of mudpies
baking on hot black pavement
topped with pineapple weed's little lemons,
the stink of daisies braided
into a flopping crown--everything came apart
as I high-stepped through sun-dried grasses
higher than my chest, and my nights
turned to dreams of fire, always fire.
~Laura Snyder
Laura is polishing her first poetry collection, "Compensations for a Naturalist." Email for her current reading schedule.
© 1999 by Laura Snyder. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.