windy night, magic dog

all night
wind
wind

Marlie said she couldn't
sleep
went indoors

I wasn't so sure,
but didn't want to leave
the out
doors

and sleep
came
and a magic god
no
magic dog

either way:
the skin was like
a painting
sometimes blue
yellow
circle shapes
stripes

fun
dog

and
hmmm
i didn't even know
i was dreaming?

and now,
what makes "it" a dream

and when am "i"
awake


someone asked
last night,
from her "it" to mine
"how's it going?"

what do you say
with those questions
that aren't really
questions?