Ramspeck

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  • Original Dream

    by Doug Ramspeck

    It was much later I realized—
    we were living outside Provo—

    that everything around us
    was imagined: stepping

    from the shower,
    sipping coffee, the moon

    swelling its anthem after dark.
    And when we closed our eyes,

    what existed was the way
    Utah Lake was surrounded

    on three sides by mountains,
    how we stood at the shore

    and gazed at the flatness of the water,
    the Wasatch peaks. And in this reverie

    we whispered: Dear Liquid, Dear Mud.
    And what, we asked, of the supplications

    of the flesh, the contusions
    of breaths that make a life?

    And before you packed your car
    then returned to Ohio,

    what you pinned
    to the refrigerator

    began like this:
    Dear Me, Dear You.

Doug Ramspeck is the author of six poetry collections and one collection of short stories. His most recent book, Black Flowers, is forthcoming from LSU Press. Individual poems have appeared in journals that include The Southern Review, The Kenyon Review, Slate, and The Georgia Review.