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Hayden Carruth
A Window
Last night I woke in the darkness
of time unknown and heard
a summer rain pattering
on my roof gently, as if
in benediction, and then
somewhere in the rainy distance
a dog barked four times
quietly. And I returned
to sleep. Now I remember.
Like a window in my sleep
these sounds opened to me,
rain and a barking dog,
and closed again. They might
have been a dream, yet they were
not a dream. I don’t know what
they were. But I remember.
A Window
Last night I woke in the darkness
of time unknown and heard
a summer rain pattering
on my roof gently, as if
in benediction, and then
somewhere in the rainy distance
a dog barked four times
quietly. And I returned
to sleep. Now I remember.
Like a window in my sleep
these sounds opened to me,
rain and a barking dog,
and closed again. They might
have been a dream, yet they were
not a dream. I don’t know what
they were. But I remember.