Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

The Frog Dream

You dreamed a frog had driven the bus.
“It was strange,” you say.  “All green
and blue he was, and lectured us
on human destructiveness.  The pools
were poisoned by us; he'd never seen
so many tadpoles die.  The scales
of justice found us wanting, he said.”
You shake your self awake.  “He wore
a red cap on his head, the spoils
of war he took from a porter dead
of warts and wine.” I stroke your hair.
“You dream strange dreams.  I cannot say
what they might mean.  They're too obscure.
Let's drown them in morning sun and tea.”

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