KS Culbreth

the -s of dreams

the –s of
dreams
can never be erased
nor should it be
adzed
not a trill of its
fine, rolling
mahogany scroll
shaven
by a grain.
unless i am
to lustre thy
delicate, intricate
carvings,
i must steal away
before the glossy
glaze of dawn
when, like through paper,
crashes through
our doors
the world.