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I Dream of Circus Characters By Judy wells
For months I’ve dreamed
of circus characters,
and I ask my friend Betsey,
“Do you think I’d have
these same characters
in my dreams
if I didn’t live in Berkeley?”
She says no.
Who are they, these strange
denizens of the night?
Jojo La Plume who makes puppets
to perform for pint-sized children,
Looks like she lives in her car
then renews herself hiking
the John Muir Trail
alone.
Homeless black men living in vast barns
who tell me it’s O.K. to stay there—
The landlord doesn’t care.
My boyfriend Dale,
sleeping on a shelf
alongside an underground escalator
leading to a poetry reading.
Houses of strange people
in turquoise pants and wild hair
showing surrealist movies in their kitchens
and myself in a bed
struggling with a beatnik.
I wish there were beautiful
wild chestnut horses in my dreams
even blue ones, red ones
instead of my parade
of misfits, beatniks, and
puppeteers
homeless, houseless
underground men and women.
Is that where the vein
of ore lies
The Mother Lode
The Fat Lady?