I Dreamed

I dreamed a dream
stop me if I told you this
in it we were walking through a field
then we were alone in a small valley
a real emek
all the flowers brightly colored like acrylics.

The events released their deep significance
just as Rashi the poet described them
in color
kool aid colors —

The story opened to me like a flower
a field of stories
opening.

I’ll tell it to you again if you like
the whole story
sit down

yours truly,

Joseph.

Small alef; poetry Vayeishev 3
Maqam Nahawand