Today I Wake Up Dreaming
I see a tingle, over there along the graveyard gravel, inching through the spirit spaces, envy raging. Waking up a day ahead and a day before. A clay dream, cast in rolling hissing mud-stained patched up cross-hatched yesterdays; trapped in the remnants of a horseshoe crab. Or do I wake up dreaming on a shore with lemon grass? Shining in the satin shallows Thriving in the seaweed Chasing marlin in blue waters Love cross-stitched across the morning Closing up the hallowed edges. Untermyer Fountain, French Conservancy Garden The sculpture came to Central Park in 1947 after the death of Samuel Untermyer. It is a cast of the original. Just how Untermyer acquired the sculpture from the Berlin original or had the cast made remains a mystery. ( The Official Website of Central Park )