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As in a Dream With you The day puts on its perfect blues In the eyes of sunflowers And the yellow fever of their dresses In the fields as in the bare feet of forests You are like a campfire Your hair of smoke your body of twigs Your body With its fragrance of storm clouds and sand Its commotion of deserts and mountains Its daily rain Of scattered and fleeting things © Greg Billingham |
| Greg is a recent graduate of the University of New Hampshire with a BA in English. He is currently living, working, and writing in New Hampshire. Previous or forthcoming publishing credits include White Whale Review, Tonopah Review, Emprise Review, amongst others. |