'A woman dreams that she turns

into an orange bird

and on the other hand the orange

bird seeing her so beautiful and complete

less the orange wings and feathers

dreams of having woman-hands

soft and a flowing body like a slender

river curving through along

the side of a big mountain where

the orange bird perches on a branch

of an olive tree beside it

convoluted, the thoughts unwind

themselves in sleep wanting rest

from all these warping of time

and seasons and images and swapping

between reality and dream

surreal and mundane

RIC S. BASTASA'