The world overwhelming

A poem

I’ve been dreaming

of a yellow dress

as I hold the heat

of anger — 80 degrees

in the month of March —

$200 billion more

for a war

we never asked for —

already so much spring

the world overwhelming

I wasn’t aware

I’d have so many regular dreams

I crave regular dreams

a slow news week

to take a deep breath

to dive into a cold ocean.