October dribbles - 9

I dream in color
Green when I’ve been weeding,
Brown earth feeding grayish scents
To nostrils. If I cough
Perhaps I’ll wake.

I dream in sound
Around me ivy rustling;
Sense how the ground is shared
With spiders. If I scream
Perhaps I’ll wake.

I dream in nightmares
Shaded gray.

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