Dream #22/River

Photo by Eva

Summer Street Fete
Browsing stalls

Sellers won't sell me
Anything

But would rather
Give me things

I ask why
But get no reason

I'm only told
I will need these things

Small coloured beads now
Cover my arms

The last stall
Has a wooden knife

The seller is kind
But pushy

Forces me to take
The knife for free

'You will need it
More than I'


The price tag says
'Nine'


My skirt has a
Pocket shaped

Just like the knife
It fits like a dream

The River was
Beautiful

Full of clumps
Of yellow and white flowers

But they're
Dredging it

Noise and diggers
Smoke fills the sun

Someone is responsible
For turning it all to slush and matter

And I realise
All of this was so that

I could stop this;
Return all to water & petal

And I knew

I would kill for it