DREAMS OF THE DEAD my grandmother is a hydrangea       petals pressed close ………………………….she opens in blue splendour my grandfather a bulltrout       slowmoving …………………………waters murky and what of Alex? ……………………………in one dream the ficus benjaminus turns …………………………………………to butterflies his lopsided smile ……………………………his bangs ……flipped to one side / thoughts …………………………………………..deep / wings […]