White inkblots Spattered across a blue sky.
A god lying
In a bed of feathers;
Cherubs floating
Above his curly head.
A goddess in a cotton gown
In sweet repose.
The sun nods
And winks.
The god and goddess
Merge.
The sun disappears.
The blue sky turns grey.
Two unwordly beings begin to cry.
Their teardrops water the leaves
And the earth turns green.
Annette Wexler
(Just dreaming about spring)
(The Best Student Poetry in New Jersey, 1980
Sponsored by The Division of Continuing Education
New Jersey Institute of Technology
Edited by Dr. H.A. Estrin, Department of Humanities)
