I received the impetus for this poem in a dream as is usual. The first terms were “I am here, you are there” besides the title, the word “Soon”
Dreams are hard to remember precisely. Even now I can’t remember what came next because I get this stuff over several nights. I think the seasons were there also. I didn’t get the watermelon and fly swatting thing until a day later. Last night I received “red rouge or ruddy red rouge” in an evil sort of context. I received another text or term but I can’t remember it at this moment (this really vexes me to no end) because I lay there and repeat these phrases over and over so that I will remember them when I finally get out of bed and sit down to write.
I am a little disturbed because this is sort of a “Love Poem” to my wife but I can’t find a way to insert the word “love” into it. It starts out fine but gets dark as does most of my prose. Thinking back, the words “expectancy and anticipation” were there on the first night also as were some Purple Martins. I am really beating myself up over not remembering the other phrase I received last night. Its right here, at the edge of my memory, my recall, but I can’t grasp it. Maybe it will come to me later.