Dream at Twelve Noon

by Tor Strand

I am asked how much longer there will be light and know immediately, something to do with how the trees enter the sky on a mountain with my family and two friends climbing to an open dirt patch they touch and kiss me then with the sweet realness of a dream where everyone speaks and listens and eclipses—how much longer, my dear teacher wonders at the grayscale world, heavy with rain and I whisper in her ear violet, that dark […]